The only sunset we shared
Occurred at a stop light
Half a mile from Wal-mart.
The engine idled, tense
Like the set of your jaw
And the set of my shoulders.
I don't remember the fight;
But it was the third one that week
And not the last.
The orange globe descended
Like a molasses guillotine
And we didn't stop to see
Whose head it came down on.