this is the story of a happy/broken family

my daughter asks me for a cake/brother
but we don’t have enough eggs
the shells crack but nothing comes out

my husband lies with/to me at night
his voice heavy on the edge of everything
we fall together but land separate

i sit/cry in the room upstairs
and think about repainting it again
the blue doesn’t fit this house anymore

Originally Published in ​Rag Queen Periodical