what are you doing
she asks me
as i take a pair of scissors
to my old jeans.
i'm making cut offs, i tell her.
oh, nice.
you'll look good in a pair
of daisy dukes.
did you figure out your corner yet?
i'm doing it for you, i
tell her. i'm trying to spice
up our fading sex life.
we haven't made
love in almost ten hours now.
we needed a break,
she tells me,
stretching her legs
in the mirror, bending
over in her new black
yoga pants.
could you please not do
that, i tell her.
i almost cut my thumb off.
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