THIS IS NOT A POEM 1.14.17

(Spoken by a woman about another woman’s marriage.)

1.14.17

We’ve had several deep talks

about her leaving him.

Will she?

No. She just pushes all the things

she hates about him aside,

                                                               out of sight,

and smiles

and tells herself everything’s fine.

Written at 11:31 at night, in my bedroom, in Agoura Hills CA, while listening to Brittany brush her teeth with an electric toothbrush. Also, today we got a free red rug. 

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