smells like something's burning
but the alarm
is quiet.
i check
the rooms, and knock
on the door
where
she slept last night.
excuse me,
i ask, careful
not to start it up again,
but do you
smell something burning
in here.
it's me,
she says.
i'm still mad at you from
what you
said about my dress
being too tight
last night.
when i asked you if
i looked fat in it.
you insinuated, yes.
i'm fuming.
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