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