The mice completed their
nocturnal rounds
the warm gentle morning
roughed-up as she pushed
my feet suddenly
declaring I violated her
private space.
I have to keep calm
her anger pushes her brain
to spiral into a realm
where she rules as
Wonder Woman –
NO TV.
NO papers save for the
Sunday one.
She hates the small flat
she agreed to take.
Somebody has placed a bug
into her system
she began to hate me for
my work downtown
this morn’ thru’ a second
threat of killing a spouse
she said indirectly.
This is an invert to her father
threatening to kill her Mom.
Or so she told me once as
she witnessed their domestic
quarrels.
Bus 241 is cooled
a fridge reminding me of
a bad night’s rest
when she rejoices sleeping
with an open window
just like her aunty did and
her estranged sister does.
The mosquitos have left
Weidling
perhaps Chemtrails do their
exterminating job.
Income small insects.
Fruitflies.
Bees and wasps
tics multiplying fast.
Climate changes will be obvious
even to the many ignoring it.
Stay cool dude.
Mood.dooM
zoltanzelan
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