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By Misti Date: 2005 May 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.27.03.08.29797]] |
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my husband he calls me on it every fucking time no breaks or soft spots with this one what the fuck did my sun do to his Saturn? he is Splinter to my Donatello I'm his grasshopper, his karate kid I have much to learn I tell him that I am weak and lazy and selfish he tells me that admitting I am weak and lazy and selfish does not excuse me I tell him I drove past Memorial Hospital on the way home this morning I tell him about the frozen waffles and art therapy There's Always Memorial Hospital he says I've Thought About Checking Myself Into a Nursing Home he says it was a joke on the Bob and Tom show but he isn't always laughing he is running out of pain pills and still he does the cleaning and most of the cooking but tonight I made baked chicken and broccoli with cheese and Mexican cornbread but there are no happy endings there are baseball games and fireworks there are beers at Kelly's there is bombastic sex there are shopping sprees at Bound To Be Read and amazon.com there are double dates with friends there are inside jokes there is being in love for real deep and true and impossible to scoff at and all of that like anything else comes with a price you have to work to afford. |