in bed
one hot summer night,
anxious and exhausted after
another long
fight, half asleep
next to my new
bride, well, not quite so new,
but a few months into the fiasco
and thinking
i wonder if she has a steak
knife under her pillow.
it was a funny thought
after hearing
the rattling of cutlery as
a drawer opened in the kitchen,
before she came up to bed.
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