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I am eating a waffle He follows the wood grain on the table with his trigger finger I wonder if I should direct my questions there When
animals are hungry they hunt and moan When they are hurting they cower and moan When any need arises they moan never
deceiving themselves on the road between gut and throat We just looked at a house yesterday I say Laughed with our friends in this room
Next we plead the regrettables: Is there someone else This will make your mother happyWhat about our daughterI don’t want you Don’t want you
I type husband said he wants a divorce into the search bar The results instruct me not to beg to look and be the best wife no
sweatpants or lying in bed I find it difficult to fold our laundry with a bomb strapped to my chest remote in his hand tracing tracing the deep-seated grain
Conversations like these don’t end they die hungry I go outside to scream My moaning hits our home and echoes back to me Do I cut the red wire or the blue
Cyndie Randall's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Crab Creek Review, Love’s Executive Order, Whale Road Review, Boston Accent Lit, Okay Donkey, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere. She works as a therapist and plays among the Great Lakes.