always fighting, decide
to go to a sex camp to straighten
out their sex lives.
they think
that by fixing that, all
will be well.
the husband tells me this
over the backyard
fence as i hang my wet
clothes onto
the clothes line.
we're going to be learning
new techniques,
he says.
new ways of communicating.
some sort of reiki baloney,
new age stuff.
she's mad at me all the time
because i want her to
dye her hair blonde
and get implants.
women, pfffft. but
if we can get the love making
down.
i think we'll be okay.
what about your mistress,
i ask him.
will you have to give her up?
damn, i hope not.
we'll see.
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