i feel very sad

when i woke up
i made coffee
and put more laundry into the machine.
i talked to you
but i was already mad
and you didn't notice
even though i was being very open
while not saying much.
the apartment puckered.
the floor must love water.
all these waves in the parkay
feel like soft spots
in babies' brains
or the time i squished three tomatoes
with my hands as a joke.
i'm so tired of how dark our street gets
or how protective you are of
interesting things. i like watching
fights on the platform.
i'm really nervous
about how sad you are for me.