#29
It’s just television.
Bars and tone that pierce ear drums.
Dust settling on tape decks
and digis dropped on the floor.
Darling is my name, or hun, or babe.
I am reduced to one character,
a punching bag of frustration.
Always caught between the angry
and the angered.
Don’t ask me your questions.
Let me sit for five more minutes.
This soup is cold
and I haven’t had enough caffeine.
Everyday I don’t want to do this anymore
and everyday you remind me why.
Enough.
I'll go back tomorrow
and do it all again.
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