this morning #644.

this morning, the muffins were english. the pears were asian. the toast was french. the bacon was canadian. she was clearly a woman of the world, bringing all these cultures together in her aging, linoleum-laden american-made kitchen. she’d been bitching to her husband for ages about how badly they needed to renovate, finally bring the room that they cooked & ate in up to date. since building the house back in the nineties, they’d performed little-to-no maintenance on it. they just built it & let it be. she’d recently realized that they’d treated this room the same way that they’d treated their marriage. if nothing changed, one of these days she’d find herself unable to even sit in it.