i admit it, i tell her.
i too, yes even me, i too
have faults.
oh, do tell she says,
smirking,
while she brushes her
hair in the mirror.
well,
for one, ummm.
i had one, hold on,
let me think on this.
short term, memory?
she says.
no, that's not a fault.
that's not one.
okay.
go on.
i'm too forgiving of
people, i finally blurt out.
oh, brother she says.
that's it? really?
and i drive to slow
sometimes
in the left lane.
okay, we're done here,
she says.
i'm going shopping.
do you need anything at
the store?
nah, i'm good.
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