These Things

My husband says he hates this house

And its rough edges

And the bad memories

I don’t know what he’s talking about.

At dinner, I give pointed lectures to our daughter

About how you get from life what you put into it

How if you think the world is shit, your world will be shit. My husband doesn’t seem to know I’m talking to him And tells our daughter maybe she should smile every once in a while Not be such a sourpuss.

My husband says he hates this life

Doesn’t know what he did to deserve

A wife like me

A family like ours

A house like this

I tell him he must have really fucked up in his last life This is the shit-end of karma.