Sloth
"I wasn't born to wash the dishes,"
he says.
"Maybe I'll get them later."
Sometimes she just wants to scream.
Once upon a time his face lit up to see her
and she would beam right back.
Back in the day they would dance
till the band went home,
or chase a sunrise into the morning.
There's still a bond between them,
but sometimes it strains to rip apart
when she feels that she is pulling
much more than her own weight.
He's found the Sunday crossword puzzle,
and sits down to solve it.
"Honey, what's a five-letter word for
'an animal or a deadly sin'?"
"I don't know," she replies.
"How many letters are in your name?"
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