again, i tell her.
because it is, she says.
look. she holds
her phone up.
see.
see.
pushing it towards my
unshaven face.
it's sunday.
yesterday was saturday.
etc.
why are you
so mean in the morning,
i ask her.
i don't know
she says.
i need coffee.
maybe we should go for
a walk
get out of these
pajamas.
we've been in them for week.
are there
anymore christmas cookies
left?
i need a sugar cookie.
look at my hand.
it's shaking.
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