are angry
with me.
giving me that look,
you know what i mean,
don't you?
they go silent
and aloof.
more than usual.
half the time they don't
tell you why
they're upset
and you have to guess
the whole day
at what's bugging them.
you go on your best
behavior, putting the seat
down
on the toilet,
not putting your shoes
on the coffee table,
or leaving the butter
out on the counter.
you even pick up a bouquet
of flowers from
the grocery store
which seems to help a little.
it can't be her birthday
again, already, can it?
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