we decided to start all over. from the beginning. and now there’s all sorts of dirty laundry piled high in our closet. his and mine. i only do laundry when there’s a slow movie with a hundred commercials. tho’ there’s not a tv in the house, no electricity. we lounge around in each other’s minds playing games we’re both familiar with. sometimes i watch out of spite not giving a inch. he manages a smile coming from day one starting the love cycle all over again.