in a blue
glass she brings
me cold water.
sets it on
the nightstand
with two
aspirin. i
remove the
pillow from
my face and
squint into
the harsh light
of sunday.
what happened
i ask her,
and who are
you. she holds
up her hand
to show me
the ring i
supposedly gave
her last night
at the end
of tequila.
now get up she
says, you need
to take
the trash out
and the grass
needs cutting.
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