set the table,
lit the candles,
poured the wine,
made the salad
and baked the bread.
she made
the dessert too.
chocolate mousse.
she left the killing
of things to me.
giving me the task of
dropping two
lobsters into a boiling
cauldron of water.
thank you dear, she said,
putting her fingers into
her ears so as to not
hear them scream.
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