And shriveled succulent clippings,
Trying to make something grow.
Not remembering to wash the dishes,
brush the teeth,
Complete the routine and let love fall on top like a smooth soft leaved protector,
From the realization of the daily tasks.
When I'm thinking of you, I forget that I have to buy a toilet brush,
and toilet paper, and toilet bowl cleaner.
And a dress for that wedding in three weeks, that I'm going to with someone else.
Someone who I miss less when he is gone.
Someone who won't make my entire body ache if he doesn't call.
Do I want a simple, luxurious marriage?
Or should it be passionate and messy?
And, then, there's always my husband to think of.
VA
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