“Do I love her?
Do I love her?”
He was thinking to himself
“Man
It’s hot out here.”
He was thinking to himself
“Am I even in the realm of a lover?
I feel nervous
Every time that I touch her.”
He was thinking
Maybe he should call Truth
Truth always had the answers
But Truth was just a friend
That he couldn’t contact
This new union
Had closed a dozen doors
admittedly
Nine of them
Were hiding half a dozen whores
But what about the three
With which he didn’t score
Or more accurately
Wasn’t keeping score
“Do I love her?”
He was thinking to himself
“Maybe she’s just another lover.
Maybe
Time was up
The moment I couldn’t touch her.”
He was thinking to himself
So he stopped
Looked around at the scenery
Then took a look at himself
Dress shirt
Pleated pants
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“Yes mother.
I don’t have a lot of time.
I’m on break.”
Well then, don’t bother.
I’ll call back another
Time.”
“Fine!
What is it?”
“I was hoping
To see my granddaughter .
After
All
It’s been so long.”
“Who’s fau-?
You know what
I’m past that.
What do you want mother?”
“I was thinking this evening
Maybe tomorrow
I could borrow her.”
She wants to say yes
Looking at her dress
For imperfections
Hiding the fact
That her life was a mess
Was it really
There wasn’t any stress
But either way
Her mother would win
Small blessings
A phone call
So she’s seeing less
Not finding anything to adjust
Immaculate
She conveyed her thoughts
Accurate – ly
Avoiding
Anything that would reveal her state of
Unease
How to proceed
“During the week won’t work.
How about the weekend?”
“That’s better yet.
Saturday afternoon?”
Her mother didn’t even wait … Continue reading

It was time to go to work
Morning after
The same scenario repeated
And the tension was greater
You know
Balancing on the edge of a razor
That she thought
She should take out
Shave her…
“What am I thinking?”
Her empowered mind berates her
That he hadn’t done anything to raise her
Arousal
Every time she hinted
It was later
Bottled up
Thinking about buying…
“What am I thinking?”
She asked herself out loud
Was this a repeat of a repeat
Should she get out
But then
She was standing in the doorway
Last night
Earlier
And she heard the title
Why wasn’t she proud
Of the sound
Instead it made her
Heart drop
Obligation
She learned
Was not a saviour
Responsibility
And the child comes first
But mutual happiness was greater
Leave now
Or later
Would he hate her
For leaving again
Would this time be better
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It was early
Or late
Ungodly
On earth he
Says that
As a term
When he
Wants to say something is extreme
Like the sound
Of a toddler’s screams
Waking him up form a dream
Something about a fairy tale
But he can’t remember
It fails
His brain
To become conscious
Over high pitched wails
“Go get her for me.”
“She’s not my daughter.”
Before that was meant to get a chuckle
But now
The edge was softer
Slowly hardening
So there was less laughter
Before
He would have moved faster
To look after
The bundle of joy
He had inherited
And she would look on
With a smile
Seeing him
As the perfect father
To her child
Reluctantly
After a while
He climbs from under the covers
Makes it to the crib next door
Hovers
Watching
The face
Melts away his frustration
“It’s okay little one.”
He says without … Continue reading

Remember
This is a love story
Where wives need toy stories
To fix broken communication
Between body and hands
That no longer want to be on her hips
And that might be a part of this
This is as real as it gets
The ever after you fight for
That might not be until death
But you still have to march
Towards the river Styx
Question if this
Is what you really wanted
Another’s child
After broken marriages
Fairy tales
Have always been misleading
To real eyes
That forget how she looks in that dress
In that story
That made you love stories

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