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Written: 9/25/2022

Sitting in the living room

2:44 a.m.

can't sleep due to the wife 

again.

I came home from work tired.

Lunch pale slipping off my fingers.

She had dinner ready at 

11:15 p.m.

in a japanese dress 

asking me if i'm 

'too tired'

I said nothing as I hugged her. 

'you look tired.'

I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

'I just need to eat' 

and that started the fight to 

last all night. 

Haven't had one of these 

in a while 

but wasn't asking for one either. 

My co-worker is kicking back

with booze and his crew at his place 

across Phoenix but I did the right thing 

this time. 

I stayed home and still got nothing 

out of it. 

The black pearl kid hits another home 

run but I never cared for baseball.

I got the tap out and everyone 

in the building jumped out of 

their seats.

Author's Note

a poem about the millionth fight with my wife.