a few doors up from me.
is having
work done.
she invites me in to see
the new floor,
the cabinets,
the granite counter
just cut
and installed.
is that a Viking stove,
a sub Zero fridge?
oh my,
and a microwave
over the stove.
i tamp down my envy,
as she opens up
the oven door.
it's a prime rib roast,
garlic wrapped,
with small potatoes,
the table set for four.
it's almost dinner time
and i'm not invited.
i hate her.
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