January 29, 2011
A radical marriage experiment
It was early on
in their relationship
she was mad
she can’t remember why
and then he joined her in the shower
with his clothes on.
Theirs is a radical marriage
experiment.
No red roses
and fancy dinners.
Anniversary cards
bought at the pharmacy
are definitely out.
But every day
when one of them leaves the house,
they holler in the English accent of
a distinguished chap:
So long, fair crumpet, you old friend!
Silliness
they tell me
is like pliers
on talons of pride.
And so they find themselves
disoriented
every day
in a moment of joy
unable to find their way back from there
to the inky spread of
resentment.
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Are you two for real?
ReplyJanice MacLeod
Feb 7, 2011
I’m sooo mad at you right now!
ReplyPete
Feb 5, 2011