to hear
the words. we have to talk.
we need sit down
together,
to discuss
where we are,
what our future looks like.
men become
worms on a griddle
when we hear those words.
we can't imagine what
the problem is.
everything seems just right.
but sure, we tell her.
sure.
maybe tomorrow,
if that's okay? next week?
no she says, hands on her
hips. standing
in the doorway, no.
we're having this discussion
tonight.
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