with her hands on
her hips, staring out
the window
and says
i need to go to the store.
but it's snowing,
i tell her. the roads.
they haven't begun to plow.
it looks treacherous
out there.
i don't care
she says.
i need bacon.
i can't live like this anymore.
i need eggs.
potatoes.
toast and jam.
don't try to stop me, i'm
going out.
i need bacon.
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