“ed” (the only named character in this poem) is the other in a marriage. “Me” is a friend who shared confidence on issues that they are experiencing. I wrote this for myself, like a bored voyeur, in an effort to digest her unusual problems.

I have not yet shared it with her.

Mixing ‘pencil marks’ days of week thruout poem as they would be on eggs is centerpiece to this composition; it brings a sense of survival minutiae or repetitious monotony in the grand scheme of this toast slice of life…which the reader can’t help but equate metaphorically the experience with whatever that 1 tedious trying situation may be in their limited time on this earth?

Until the last stanza, I thought the poem was being told by a single soul, a bachelor hermit…but the subject reminds him/herself “Call….M….before leaving the checkout” (for whatever else is needed)…then comes the clencher “Meanwhile, I will be unfaithful”. My impulse is to say that ‘unfaithful’ means going to the damn Pop-Tart isle or picking out a few cream filled donuts, wolfing down some kolaches with mustard, anything but the same ol’ same ol’… But again, the writer leaves it vague enough to warrant some liberties so the reader can transpose into their experience. That’s just my impression, I may be mistaken. Bon appetit’!