Alone With My Grief

Should I get bangs?
Or maybe a tattoo?

I think I’m mad at my husband?
For what again?
The dirty socks on the floor? 
Yes, that’s it.
The fight we had two years ago?
Oh right, that too.

I’m hungry
Or at least I think that’s what this is?
This pain in my stomach.
The one I’ve felt all day.
I’ll pop some popcorn.
I’ll open this bag of chips while I wait.

What’s that show everyone’s watching again?
The one I can’t miss. 
The one I have to watch.
Is it this?
Or maybe this?
Or this?
No, I’ve seen that before
.

The popcorn’s done.
I pour my bowl 
and sink into my spot.
I pull my blanket on 
and settle in
to press play
on that familiar plot.

Should I get bangs?
Or maybe a tattoo?

I wonder again
Or maybe it’s wander?

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