adam's rib

a beautiful, young woman
in tight jeans and a haltertop
moved into the
apartment next door to us

and my wife, upon
seeing her from our
living room window,
mentioned that she
was probably of
questionable repute
and would sleep with
any man who paid her
a little attention and/or
bought her a drink.

i watched her move
her boxes into her apartment
for a little while
then said, "i don't
know, she seems like
a nice girl to me."

my wife shook her
head and grinned.

"that's only because you're
a man," she said, "and
you think, if circumstances
were different, that
you'd actually have a
chance with her."

once again my wife
proves exactly how
much she understands me,
yet continues to remain
secluded in mystery.

-published in Thunder Sandwish #16