She Doesn't Get It

It seems
she has given
up her body
for rent
to the cat
and the color TV.

She hardly moves
for hours a day,
and never
really looks
at me.

The days go by
and the hours fade on,
and the only thought
in my head
is what I would do
if she bothered to move
and would signal
us off to the bed.

I've thought and thought
and haven't a clue
as to how to resolve
this whole thing
so all that I know
is that watching her show
as she chills out
just doesn't bring.

The life that I've carved
writing all that I feel
has twisted up all
that I know
and set it on fire
and filled with desire
the lack
that I'm burning to show.

I've set a time limit
and made all the preps
and started to move
that a way
and I as I roll out
I still hear her shout,
"Bring back some milk,
will ya, Ray?"

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