IKEA, IKEA. We just went in for containers and frames and walked out with four large boxes for one bed. This is the second Saturday you’ve taken from me. The first, given to the store. The second, to assembly. You almost ended my streak. Not my marriage, though. Rose caught the flak. We lost most of the day making the room they’d been told to make. So many components to a captain’s bed. Right now, it’s me in pieces.
Yes. One IKEA trip, two poems.
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My goodness. Just a few words and so much exhaustion. <3