It’s so dumb when
a small thing turns
into what cracked the egg.
The egg is my brain.
Sometimes it’s a rude comment,
or an extra chore or payment
that sends me boiling over.

I wish I could ask
someone to grab cat litter
or salt for the water softener
just so I don’t have to.
Someone to make dinner
while I nap,
just once.
But the person who
has to do that for me,
is me.