Loneliness of the housewife

I went out
But I forgot to talk
I only watched
Then alone again
Chasing joy with my kids
But I can’t run forever
I felt the walls close in with their fingers
dripping crumbs and sticky residue
I saw the table crawl with teeming ants
I heard the floors rise up in protest
Overcoming the bourgeois furniture
With piles of angry mess
Toys books shoes clothes
Then you
Came home
Forgot to talk to me
Feels like I’m not even there any more


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