On Jealousy

Wednesday mornings

rise after late Tuesday nights.

I am tired, always

eyes sore and droopy,

I move like a zombie

through my workday, come home

to find the cat

curled up on the bed,

same spot as when I left

this morning.

He glances up at me, learns

that I am a master of the side eye.

 

(More from my On Blank series.)

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