Can we talk? said he
chest burdened,
bursting to confess
It’s about our living
situation, you see…
well, maybe you don’t
It’s just that, I have
noticed things are
getting out of hand
and I know you try
hard, and all, but
I’m having trouble
seeing, and I thought,
well, wondered if,
maybe we could…
Whatever are you
rambling on about?
she snapped, clearly
disgruntled; get to
the point – she wasn’t
listening, mind fixed on
task at hand – needed
to find a solution to
growing dissatisfaction
could not longer tolerate
the hellish conditions
of their cesspool lives
to be perfectly candid
she said, we are swimming
around in our own shit
it’s time we moved on!
I couldn’t agree more,
he sighed with relief
content again that he’d
made the right choice
wedding a frank woman.
(The Daily Post prompt is candid. Photo from personal collection)
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