trying                                      (2014)
trying to have emotional integrity
–to be really intimate and
vulnerable and honest–
with a man who uses sex
like the dope fiend loves the needle
is like dying a thousand
deaths a day

trying to eat dinner
-to share a homemade
meal, simple sustenance–
with a man who uses food
as the currency of control
is like starving to death
in the middle of the kroger store

trying to save a marriage
–to be partners and
parents and providers–
with a man who uses liquor
like a fish uses water
is to drowned by his side
with the shore in sight

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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