no more free milk

on christmas
morning
she wrestles
you to the ground
and opens up
a small box from
the jewelry store,
she takes out a ring,
and forces it onto
your ring finger,
nearly breaking
the bone.
then she tapes
a list, a manifesto
of her demands
onto your chest.
finally she lets
you up and slaps
her hands together.
we're officially
engaged, she
says. get used
to that ring.
no more milk for
you, until
you say yes. i do.