With My Feet in the Pasta Pot
“Mark? Mark? Mark!”
“Yes, Jennifer.”
“How many women
do you know
who make their own
warm, foot bath
in a pasta pot,
and work on building
a cuckoo clock all day
and are completely
content?”
“Maybe two,
Jennifer.
You have
a split personality,
so maybe,
just one.”
One of us in enjoying
this snow day
much more
than the other.
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