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You were a housewife
dancing along with the radio—
skirt fluttering like hands
to the popular songs
as I sulked with Billie Holiday
in my domestic prison cell—
waiting for another night
of half-sleep & candy pills.
You were enthralled
with arranging flowers,
cooking dead meat
& I looked at them both
as cadavers coming back
to haunt me.
Your husband came home
to a pot roast & cocktail
while mine only received me
drowning in vodka & expectations.
The boulder of
trying to win at something
I was never prepared for.
There is an art to creating a home
that you've mastered—
I floundered along
with thick limbs
& a wish to run off to Paris
& pretend there was nothing to life
but words & movies projected in the sky.
A good wife is made from recipes,
fresh perfume & a need for complacency—
my cloth is cut with birds singing in Greek,
stale cigarette smoke
& bouts of ennui—
punishing myself nightly
with searching for blind spots
& finding none.
While you were practicing perfection
I was painting a still-life
where everyone's favorite fruits
were rotten with mealworms
& I was left holding a cleaver—
staring at it like it meant something.
dancing along with the radio—
skirt fluttering like hands
to the popular songs
as I sulked with Billie Holiday
in my domestic prison cell—
waiting for another night
of half-sleep & candy pills.
You were enthralled
with arranging flowers,
cooking dead meat
& I looked at them both
as cadavers coming back
to haunt me.
Your husband came home
to a pot roast & cocktail
while mine only received me
drowning in vodka & expectations.
The boulder of
trying to win at something
I was never prepared for.
There is an art to creating a home
that you've mastered—
I floundered along
with thick limbs
& a wish to run off to Paris
& pretend there was nothing to life
but words & movies projected in the sky.
A good wife is made from recipes,
fresh perfume & a need for complacency—
my cloth is cut with birds singing in Greek,
stale cigarette smoke
& bouts of ennui—
punishing myself nightly
with searching for blind spots
& finding none.
While you were practicing perfection
I was painting a still-life
where everyone's favorite fruits
were rotten with mealworms
& I was left holding a cleaver—
staring at it like it meant something.
Literature
No Symmetry
He's the lone wolf in the woods,
She's the graceful doe in the grasslands.
He's the lost boy in the cities,
She's the sweet girl in the parties.
Yet the butterflies stringed them together,
While their gaze locked their eyes.
Yet he saw something that wasn't right,
While she thought she knew that was time.
Two stars met at the same time,
Although only one shone bright.
Two worlds met at the same time,
Although only one portal was seen in sight.
The wrong key to the wrong lock,
"The hand finally struck 12", she smiled.
The wrong half to the wrong heart.
"I'm a zombie and she's a human", he cried.
Literature
The First Heat of Summer
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
Vitamin D on Golden rays
Salt and nectar winds
Thrown off the sullen blankets of winter
Plastic rubbing between your toes
Coarse sand and pink sunsets
The breath taken out of your lungs by the icy water
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
You learn to love yourself again
Literature
Turning Into Fiction.
Every drop of doubt that falls
Leaves an echo of ripples in your reflection.
I want to gouge my fingers into this uncertainty
And read you like a book, but
The chapters of your dark side make me reconsider.
Each page reveals a potential twist and turn,
And danger, so much danger for such a fragile heart.
What if on the last page I realize the story is just fiction?
You are
Uncontrollable, your thirst is
Unquenchable and who am I to
Shut your eyes from your own lust?
My hold is loose when fate and
Lack of faith are gnawing at your covers.
What I fear most is not you waking up to somebody else,
But you waking up as somebody else entirely.
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A good wife is made from recipes,
Shiver.
I just finished reading a cople of articles about the 50's for class tomorrow. The weren't all they were cracked up to be.
Shiver.
I just finished reading a cople of articles about the 50's for class tomorrow. The weren't all they were cracked up to be.