my husband greets me
in the bathroom with a toothy
smile I feel great today!
Well it looks like the
bad bones of an old bird
must be on vacation
at the coffee machine
he complements the sunrise
and starts to whistle
as I go to retrieve the paper
which isn’t there again
3rd Sunday in a row
the weather changes in the kitchen
give me their number
he growls
words in rising octaves
accusatory venomous
the hangup with a curse
and there it is
the first slip
on the greased peak
nothing for happiness to hold
as it slides down
the slippery slope
and Joe returns
to the wakeup face
of every other morning
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