because the milk that comes from cows
and comes in gallons
spills everywhere the first time you remove
the plastic safety seal.
After so many years you learn not to cry,
desensitized. It happens every week.
It was strange tonight. You said you weren't happy
and I, forever away, folding laundry,
knocked a bowl of what had formerly contained
raisin bran and only then contained milk.
I jumped at the cold splash and my newly soiled tshirts
prepared for their second trip to the washer today.
It has nothing to do with clothes.
Nothing to do with clean. Perhaps
something to do with thirst.
Just... don't cry.
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