i drew a book today about our life together
the pages were sticky notes, yellow
and they were fastened together with two staples at the top
and it revealed all the glorious and triumphant feats of our dedication
and yet
we had a fight of indifference
where you took your jeans off the doorhook, slipped them on, grabbed your bag
and proceeded to place your valuables one-by-one in it as fast as you could
you said the distance would be good for us, that you'd be back in an hour
and two hours later you come home, night pitch black, and me
in the same spot, just a little bit cleaner.
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