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She Married a Man Who Left Her Alone
2/21/2006 10:15 pm Last Read: |
(Hey folks, I'm still working on this one, any comments, especially editorial, positive and negative, are most welcome!) She pursued her many little vices alone, late into the night, yet managed To perform the many little niceties and the Bigger tasks of Childbirth and home ownership to Everyones satisfaction. Bouncing around the town Slightly obese after only two children. Smiling, frying, wrapping, and accomplishing Other such tasks. With unfinished poems in her head She piles and folds laundry on the bed, making Up stories for her kids, who love THIS side of her. Her man wakes the kids, she wakes To the music of children's laughter, to the Hot smoky smell of freshly-brewed, brown roast, Coffee At work she is relentless, a pit bull, With jaws firmly chomping at the incompetent, the Slow, the corrupt, she can be mean, quick to Judge, and chow out all who disappoint. Oh - for some reason, she LOVES the Quotidienne, The mopping of her kitchen floor. She revels while dusting, salivates while Dishwashing, there is such comfort in a clean House! Please DONT spill the milk. Then one day, or a thousand days, who knew? She Fell a part and her rage smashed the window, Angry red blood everywhere, 35 stitches. It was an accident, she tells the pretty young Doc at the ER, but they avert looking at each Others eyes, and the young doc's young Cheeks turn pink and hot. It's not the man, The Doc thinks, this woman is too Strong, too angry, too mobile, Too ar-ti-cu-late. Whatever. Good Night Doctor. Her anger smoked out her husband, he Left so sad and scared, and she dreamed of her Father, his bulbous Penis in her face, but this was no Dream. Memories, dreams, flashbacks, and scenes, SHE is the star, and she is bitten and beaten, Slapped and pinched, and ridiculed, Fucked and fucked Up. Again and again. So... She married a man who left her alone, Who let her be, Who set her free, so she Could write out her Life. |
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