Wordle without Revenge

Wordle 290


She lives in a two-story house–hers
and her spouse’s. Every word the other utters
is delusion. Day, Night. In that double-
domicile they relish contradiction. Peeling
paint and splinters are boons of contention.
Leaky pipes: part of the dialectic.
Conservatives and other such beasts
may be slaved to a single way of filling in blanks,
but not they. Home is a Rorschach
flash card, bruised banana. Oh, Love–
their tea cups are full to the brim.


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