things i wish i had said, part 86

Is it when you can wait until the very middle of the night, 

When you’ve been lying next to your husband and slowly ticking off the minutes,

and then walk into the backyard and start punching your fist right in the middle of your hand,

Quick and fast,

Like a psychotic umpire on an empty field,

With no idea that you needed to hit something that badly?

— the peach lady

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