Uninteresting Life
You claim your life is perfect
as you line your tea cupsi
n neat little rows
and sweep imaginary crumbs
from the table into your hand.
You iron your sheets
then fold your underwear
everything is placed
precisely where it should be
but I realize it is all for show
Your kids are perfect
dinner is cooked precisely at six
with the table set
like a five star restaurantif
I lived your life, I'd hit delete!
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