on one another
when too close
to each
other.
twenty four seven will
do that.
what romance
and love
there was, is now cast
aside
by the flushing of toilets,
of trash day,
who walks
the dog.
who left the butter out
on the counter
overnight.
the hot water tank is empty.
maybe soon we'll fool
around,
okay?
but right now i have
a headache.
why are your muddy shoes
on the dining
room table?
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