we are full but the fish are starving

 my clock spews nonsense. i jump up to give her money, but I haven't been paid yet. mornings are like yogurt left at room temperature. 

I'm not one to get attached to words, but this is a chance for release.  she's worried about the paint on her nails and not what's underneath them.  i wouldn't wish such a death on another creature. 

i rub my eyes.  there is something in this ice that's making me melt.  I watch her soak up condensation with her sleeve. exceptions for most are accepted by some...

do you want another?

"yes! I will have a glass."

wine for breakfast, then some makeup will do her good. maybe I will get everything I've always wanted. the arthritis in my hands says hard work pays off.

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