On a Bad Marriage

Everyday was exactly the same,
and the night did nothing,
and staying weighed me like an elephant
that couldn’t slip by the open pantry
just to take the goodies that made him happy,
so like a field mouse I stole the things
needed to keep me sane while I waited,
and then one day everything changed.

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