He was angry again
I’d forgotten something I was supposed to do
I told you seven times
You should have told me seventy-seven
I may have remembered then
And the dishes are still left in the sink from this morning
Well, I happen to find washing dishes rather boring
But you know what wouldn’t be such a bore?
Smashing them on the tiled floor
(or over your head)
The laundry has been sitting unfolded on the kitchen table for days
You don’t say?!?
I figured eventually your underwear would figure out how to put itself away
Is there anything you accomplished today?
I took a walk and watched the sun rise
I wrote a poem about how much you suck
and I imagined another man between my thighs
(this last part I said silently to myself)
I listened to my favorite Grant Lee Buffalo album twice
and I’ve nearly polished off this entire bottle of wine
all by myself
With no help at all
Well, he said, isn’t that just fucking nice
You’ve wasted another day of your life