Monday, January 17, 2011

seventeen

He would say, "the problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast."
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

unravelled ball of yarn
+ threadbare sheets
dirt red stains midway
in piles
the words from yesterday
strips of undone to-do, stares
teeth fallen+gathered in sewing purse
tea glasses, milk glasses, wine glasses
strewn room to room
a chore, put chortles+eye rolls
away in cabinets+closets
I didn't mean to make you
hate breakfast his face
pale milk in a saucer
she laps up sarcastic
can a new hairstyle help
"put your eyes to the left"

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