Shoots and Vines April Issue 2009

Compromise by Adam Moorad If you do the recycling, I’ll do the dishes. And when you leave, I’ll take all the dirty dishes from the sink and throw them against the kitchen wall and watch them shatter and scatter across the floor. Then I will spread the broken pieces around evenly across the floor and hide at the other end of the room and wait for you to return and cut your feet on the dirty, broken dishes. And when you slice your foot, old spaghetti sauce with sink into your wound and the acidic sauce will sting your flesh as your foot leaks. And you will cry and I will come out of my hiding place and ask you what’s wrong. And you will say you are happy because there are no more dirty dishes in the sink. And you will sit and bleed and cry tears of joy. And I will stand there watching. And we will stare back and forth and count the different ways we would like to destroy one another.