fight.
she was so mad
at me she only
made
her side of the bed,
and put
one piece of toast
in the toaster.
none for me.
she scrambled one egg,
and made
a single
cup of coffee for
herself.
how long are you going
to be mad
at me, honey,
i asked her.
you'll know when it's
over,
she said.
and don't call me honey.
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