trying

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

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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. 2.5 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. 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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