I stood in the door way as he put his coat on
he said
"let's go. I don't know what you're waiting on."
our son was babbling
so I playfully babbled with him
"don't repeat him. he knows how to say 'ah.' teach him real words."
he pulled the car in front of the store
I thought he was waiting for someone to cross the road
"GO. what are you ******* sitting there for?"
he drove past the turn
I remained silent
"thanks for reminding me to ******* turn there so we could go to the office"
I get back in the car with the slip
that says I owe 32 hours of community service
or we lose our tenancy
"I don't even know why you stopped going. all you do is sit around and do ******* nothing all day, instead of looking for a real job."
days like this are offering a lot less
than glitter and gold
I should have something brave
and hopeful to respond with
but I don't
this isn't a poem
this is the truth
but I won't do much else with it
than write about it
'cause the talking don't help
& it usually leaves me a
lot worse off
anyway
how was your day, honey?
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 3:16 PM UTC
I stood in the door way as he put his coat on
he said
"let's go. I don't know what you're waiting on."
our son was babbling
so I playfully babbled with him
"don't repeat him. he knows how to say 'ah.' teach him real words."
he pulled the car in front of the store
I thought he was waiting for someone to cross the road
"GO. what are you ******* sitting there for?"
he drove past the turn
I remained silent
"thanks for reminding me to ******* turn there so we could go to the office"
I get back in the car with the slip
that says I owe 32 hours of community service
or we lose our tenancy
"I don't even know why you stopped going. all you do is sit around and do ******* nothing all day, instead of looking for a real job."
days like this are offering a lot less
than glitter and gold
I should have something brave
and hopeful to respond with
but I don't
this isn't a poem
this is the truth
but I won't do much else with it
than write about it
'cause the talking don't help
& it usually leaves me a
lot worse off
anyway
how was your day, honey?
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