A party bomb blew up
in the living room,
exploding confetti,
balloons, spilled red wine,
and plates of half-eaten cake.
My husband snores
under a comforter
on the couch,
while the dog
humps his arm.
I wonder if it will cost less
to replace the carpet
or get it cleaned.
I wonder if I should start another diet
or just wear bigger dresses.
published in Contemplate
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