are in boxes
I packed
all the silverware and plates.
My new vibrator
is hidden deeply
away.
You still ask me "why?"
The neighbor's dog barks
when I come in drunk.
You're rocking in bed
makes me nauseous.
The kitchen sink drips
30 times a minute.
Your kiss no longer wakes me
with a smile --
all I notice is bad breath.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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