Another day in paradise,
aching feet from uncomfortable high heels
and a grocery bag of broken eggs
-not broken when purchased,
but rather when the grocery bag slipped from my fingers
broken grasp and broken shells
as I attempted to unlock the door.
All of this struggle, and there he sits on the couch
aloof to my homecoming
consumed in a cloud of weed smoke and a screen of Mario Kart
bright, colorful figures that could hold his interest much longer
than my breasts or legs ever could.
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