She arrives home exhausted.
“Ooh,” he says, nose curled.
“Those pants are terrible.”
She stares at him, deposits groceries on the counter,
heads down the hall,
and collapses into bed, too tired
to discuss appropriate comments,
respect, and positive encouragement.
She sleeps.
Hours later, she awakens, hungry,
makes some toast.
He comes upstairs. “The kid is out,” he says,
heading to the bedroom.
Ah, she thinks. That’s code for ‘Apology sex.’
Wise of him.
She bathes, listening to him preparing
in the other bathroom.
She climbs into bed,
to find him snoring.
She wishes she had eaten beans,
cauliflower
and cabbage for dinner.
She ponders delivering a two footed
kick to his backside, propelling him out of bed,
and into the wall.
(An easy task, since now she probably outweighs him).
Instead, she rolls over,
and sleeps.
Shawn L. Bird 
Exhaustion… I’ve had days like this.
Yes, I think we all have.
I’d give him a light kicking. =)
I think she restrained herself, but it’s amusing to picture the ‘what if,’ isn’t it?
Ah, life…sometimes the magic works and sometimes it does not. When it does not, humor is the path of least insistence.
lol
Your poem quickly brings your readers in to it. It brings empathy to your reader feeling the frustrations your subject feels. Well done!
Thanks, Kevin
This is a very well done poem. Below the humor there is avery deep well of sadness and desperation. Well done.
Thank you
Funny, especially the beans, but it also sounds like quite a distance between the people. Interesting story.
She was laughing.
Still, love is in the air… 😉
lol
Great piece Mrs Bird, did i get it right….
The look on your face must have been priceless……
My face?
Nothing to do with you?
eyes to see
ears to hear
Now that’s not like you Mrs Bird you lost me…
lol
promises, promises : )
lol
The big kid was out.
Isn’t marriage wonderful?
People are interesting. 🙂
Wow, savage retribution, beans, cauliflower and cabbage. Gas masks at dawn.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Chemical warfare being generally the male prerogative, I found this quite amusing. 😉