Tuesday Night

The sink is full. Again. We argued about whose turn it was today. You said me. I said you. We compromised. We ordered pizza instead.

Now there are greasy boxes on the coffee table. And you fell asleep watching that documentary about bees. I sat there and just watched you breathe. Love isn’t a sonnet. It isn’t a war. It’s just us, ignoring the dishes. Safe. And full.

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