you quickly realize
that the house is too small,
makes no difference if it's a mansion
or a double wide trailer.
suddenly you develop claustrophobia.
you can't breathe.
you can't find one private place to be.
the other person is everywhere.
knocking at the bathroom door,
asking you what you're doing,
telling you not to leave the seat up.
what you're cooking in the kitchen.
they ask you,
they show you how to load the dishwasher.
no, not like that, like this,
they ask you
if thursday is trash day, the regular
trash, and if wednesday is for
recycling.
this is how it's going to be from
here on out you realize, staring
a sharp knife on the counter.
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