olive juice

to the one scraping mold off the AC coils:

i see you wearing your toils. i see you when you refuse to get embroiled in the ploys to act disloyal, forgiving my recoiling and looking past my foibles. i see you out there plundering for spoils on a prayer to live like royals, but you just keep getting foiled by all this modern turmoil so, hey

before that big frog finally boils—i'll follow your fingers to the soil.

xx, your wife.