Beware, The Shining is Real!
Nothing is more
dangerous
than spending a whole day,
or two, or God help me,
more, in a small house
with your spouse.
Hide the hatchet
and take up drinking.
Which window
is the closest exit?
The one behind
the loveseat?
“Oh, look, a cardinal!”
Act fast!
I would crawl through,
half-way through day one.
I’ll break it if I have to!
Go for a LONG,
one-way walk
in the woods,
whether or not
the woods are
within sight of
our house.
This is too close for comfort.
This is not
our honeymoon.
“What are you
staring at!”
The never-ending
proximity
is killing me.
I hate puzzles
you spend years on,
sigh, then take apart.
Let’s go
count the snowflakes
in the heap outside
the door.
Now that
is something to do!
Grab the tweezers,
bifocals,
and a bucket!
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