conversation into the night.
he tells
me that his wife
hates him.
he hates her.
politics
seems to be the final
dagger
into their once
love bearing
hearts,
but he wants to make it work.
she's told
him to pack his bags
and get out,
he's told
her to settle down, honey
bun,
let's calm down.
how about tonight i sleep
in the other
room, on the couch?
tomorrow, he tells me,
he's going out to buy
flowers
and chocolates for her.
good idea, i tell him.
that always works.
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