WET
A man was drowning his wife in the washing machine.
-Don’t you see what I’m wearing? she yelled.
-A white blouse and black skirt, her husband answered.
-You know better than to wash darks and lights together!
-You’re right. My apologies, he said, helping her out of the machine.
He plugged in his chainsaw.
What do you think you’re doing now? she screamed.
-Separating the colors, he said, moving in on her.
Just then a circuit shorted, plunging them both in darkness.
-Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, she sighed, climbing back into the machine to resume drowning.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Cheryl Snell’s books include several poetry collections and the novels of her Bombay Trilogy. Her latest title is a series called Intricate Things in their Fringed Peripheries. Most recently her writing has appeared in Gone Lawn, Cafe Irreal, Pure Slush, Literary Yard, and New World Writing. A classical pianist, she lives in Maryland.
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