it’s hard to write a poem when the boyfriend
just keeps talking about whatever, whoever,
who cares, the dogs need to go out and bark
and he’ll sit on the couch and mutter for
them to be quiet as if they hear him,
then wander off to use his new toothbrush,
its high frequency hum hurting my ears,
I wish he’d go to bed so I can write my poem.
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