Drew and Eva’s


Driving by Drew and Eva’s
Caribbean Cuisine
I picture Eva

pencil behind her ear,

apron tied tightly around her


Drew calls from the kitchen

hey baby girl

jerk chicken
extra spicy
table 2


A well-placed swing of her hips
slams the register shut

Eva winks

thanks honey

whisking the plate off the counter


At the end of the shift
Drew and Eva sit
counting the day’s earnings

her apron slung over a chair

Eva leans back, sighing


A week later

the sign hanging off the roof,

swaying slightly in the breeze

reads          and Eva’s
duct tape covering Drew’s name


How do you hand a lover

his pink slip?

Turn off the lights

close the blinds

and lock up