I find an old diary
stuck
under the mattress
in the guest room.
today I slept in it says
on the first page.
i'm going for a walk.
the next few
pages
were blank, then it
said,
i'm hungry. when will
he ever cook
some food in this house.
i'm starving.
the next page
said,
i'm sick of eating chicken,
for dinner
oatmeal for lunch.
I wonder if he likes me.
a day or two later,
my back hurts from making
love on the pool
table.
I think he likes me though.
we're going
out to dinner
tonight.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
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