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Celebrating - June 20, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 19, 2024
  • 1 min read

this morning my husband pronounces

I’ve lost fifteen pounds

Great job honey! I say

 

this afternoon a box of “fresh-baked”

white chocolate macadamia nut cookies

shows up on the counter

 

now I need to shut up and pretend

I won’t  hear the glass of milk

being poured before bedtime

 

or the crinkling noise

of the see-through cellophane

as the top is lifted

 

or notice him silhouetted

by the light of the open frig

and as I flick off the light

 
 
 

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