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One, two
babies in a frigid fixer-upper.
Groceries or the hydro bill?
Cold war in the kitchen.
Battles in the bedroom.
Shattered looking glass.
Pull the shards from your head.
Alice doesn’t live here anymore.
Six o’clock
and home for dinner.
Cooking cod for Friday.
Forgot to salt the fish.
Stupid cow. How many times…
Punch holes
in the wall
and me,
I made my bed.
One day
Listen to the news.
Confetti—
dyes shamrock grass and daisies,
buttercups and monarch butterflies,
children chasing collie dogs—
carves an open wound
oozing pock mark in the earth.