Winner Takes All
Apple oatmeal bars. There is only one on the shelf.
Two of us reach for the last box.
It is a brutal struggle.
She lands on the floor.
But she is still holding the box.
You do not even like those oatmeal bars,
My husband reminds me.
I know, but now it is the principal of the thing.
It is winner take all.
I am in for the win.
We are reaching for each other’s hair.
She gets the first grab.
Ouch!
Stay out of this, I warn him.
This is a sister’s thing.
It’s on!
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