She said it was something we agreed on

With her face angled towards the door

We didn't make eye contact in the laundry room

While I tput my snowy boots on the cold rug


It's a little thing I should have known

If this is what I mean by love

Because it's a question of the things you respect

And I should do it, to hers


Stupid snow on the goddamn rug in the laundry room

I hate your urgings towards imagery

When fights are stupid, both agree

It leaves these space right next to your blood.