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polyjoys #2: Group Meeting

 

Group meeting,
she said -

Hell yes, let’s talk -

For half a moment my sore stomach dropped -

Until she started to complain.

Why the hell are the pots
a foot above her head?
WHO DID THIS.
Who took all the sense
out of the placement of the dishes??

I said,
Don’t look at me, dude,
I’m two inches taller than you.
Look at our six-foot-something boyfriend for your answers…

And by the way, those dishes? -
I just do ‘em, bitches,
and I don’t live here (yet)
so you get what you get -

a pile, a castle, of plastic and plates and handles.

People in houses
who don’t do their dishes
shouldn’t throw…
Bowls.

Next time I’m there
we’re having another group meeting
about where it all goes.
rowantree
Written by rowantree (Ro E.)
Published
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18/30
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