3 PM

The Savings Account

 

“You’re spending all my money,”

he says, full on sushi and staring

at a new television.

And for the thousandth time,

I will take my rage

and press it into a tiny ball

placing it on a shelf

somewhere inside me,

where resentment is

lining up like trophies.

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