words.
it's friday night. why not?
she's tired.
i'm tired.
the bills are on the counter.
the dog
is sick.
the roof leaks.
weeds fill the yard.
it's almost dark,
already.
we have cross
words,
then go to our
own rooms.
hers looks out over
the road,
the car waiting,
mine,
out to a rising bad
moon.
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