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Mar 2013
I feel
I can't do anything right.
The forks
are on the wrong side
and the baby's bath
is too warm

and I try,
I really do.
I want to
wash the dish I used
and not wipe my face
on the hand towel
and I was gonna tell her,

when she came in
all of a sudden
and tells me we have a problem
with something.

'What thing?'


What a relief.

Everybody knows everything
is better than something.

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