Watching Documentaries about Murder

Poetry

I long for that gleam in her eye when she says,
“Let’s watch a documentary about Murder.”

The conversations:
Who did what, where, why, how.
The analytical discussions of plot and motive.

This is us at our most cooperative, our synced cognition.
This is the union that we promised swearing health and sickness, body and mind.

Where we should go for dinner? 
Debate and cold nights.
The proper use of the word contextual? 
Tears and cursing. 
Was Brendan Dassey fit for trial? 
Hours of intellectual conversation that ends in mutual orgasm. 

I find myself watching the news hoping for complicated homicide.
“Her trial is going to be shown live, “she texts.

Couch days:
Watching and kissing, drinking wine at noon.
Pajama wearing detectives with wandering hands.

Our second child conceived while talking heads debate.
Travis sounds like an interesting name, or how about Inculpate, Exculpate, Sustained? 

Our hottest pillow talk?
Case law and jury selection
Sexy nicknames?
Defense and Prosecution
What are the statutes for mutilating a corpse?
“Take me to the bedroom,” she says.

I want to watch the next episode… from there.

“Watching Documentaries about Murder” was first published in the Dancing Girl Press anthology, Mansions. Click the link to pick up a physical copy.

Photo by Alvin Estibar: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-in-black-dress-standing-on-wall-3209621/