too easy
to get along with, she never
corrects me,
or picks
lint off my sweater,
or points to the spinach
in my teeth,
never
says shhh, i'm talking now,
hardly ever
mentions my snoring,
or how i leave
the seat up
on the toilet.
she let's me hold the remote
and says
a third football game
is fine.
it's rare for her to complain
about the cups
i leave
around the house,
or that my muddy shoes
are on
the coffee table.
she understands that i don't
want to go
out,
that i want to sleep in
and not
go fishing, or sky diving,
or riding
in a hot air balloon,
or visiting
another museum.
she never rolls her eyes when
i say
no to driving to Winchester
to pick blueberries
in a field.
but sometimes i feel like she's
going to break,
not unlike a dormant
volcano,
about to blow any minute now.
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