Tag Archives: Frustration

Passive

Incidentally. She says it like this: “INCE-a-DENTal-lee” I took back your coal sweater. You’re welcome.” (Coal? What the fuck color is coal?) “You mean that black one? Cabled? Thanks love” (Incidentally, there is no love. She took that back also.) … Continue reading

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Cleanser

     We share a little green bottle, The content of which is cleanser. I always pressed down hard and Fast when I wanted cleanser. There were cleanser spills galore. Then, she moved the green bottle To a cradle on … Continue reading

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Weak Grounds

  The black wetness turned into the big trash can, Refuse with use, not giving them a second chance. Truculent she is. Damn stubborn. Unyielding. Downward spiral Goes the leftover swirling red tomato juice, Vodka signified a truce, Though shortly … Continue reading

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