the honeymoon is over

she rolls

over,  my wife of two weeks

and says,

i can't do this anymore.

i raise my head

to look at her,

and say, what?

you can't do what?

this, she this, spreading

her arms

out, this.

i can't do this anymore.

two weeks and you're

done?

we still have wedding

cake in the fridge.

you still have rice in your hair.

yup, i think so.

i'm just not feeling it anymore.

what about the wedding

gifts.

we can split them, she says.

what about the dog.

you can have him.

is there someone else?

no she says, not yet at least.

can we still be friends?

no, i don't think that would

work either.

alright, i guess.

do you want the air fryer?