dance around the kitchen.
we've been
drinking
as we cook dinner
together.
we bump into the stove,
a pot
falls off the burner.
she tumbles
into the table,
over the salad goes,
a fork falls
into my foot, severing
a toe.
her apron catches fire,
while i try to
kiss her lips,
missing, bumping
our teeth together,
giving her a bloody nose.
the smoke alarm
goes off.
something in the oven
is burning.
we call out for pizza.
turning everything off,
including the lights,
the couch
is our landing.
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