"Random Acts"
a poem
The H has this annoying habit
Preserved for when I’m out of the house
on indulgent retreats
Such as a week-long poetry course ...
While I’m elsewhere
He’ll choose a random part of the kitchen and
Undo it
WHY?????????
To show off my slovenliness
Or his house husband-y-ness
Back at the ranch on Wednesday night, I found a herd of jars
Nineteen in total
Corralled on the bench whinnying for attention
Mine
I had foolishly demanded only the day before
‘Where are all those Pic’s peanut butter jars I keep
to re-use?’
Well there they were
In all their semi-sterilised, greasy glory
And all I could think at their finding
was
Fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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