on seeing the first husband at dinner

on seeing the first husband at dinner          February 20, 2016
the years have not been kind to you
but really
you have not been kind to you
for you know nothing
of kindness

you do unto others how you do to you
and it shows
in your puffy yellow skin
blood shot eyes
you are still at the bottle
still gulping your shame
in quarts of whiskey
and gallons of coke

no wonder you want me
the woman who lives shamelessly
not because she is good
but because she has no secrets
and walks on the water of grace
but you couldn’t possess me
for there is no me to possess

you want to be a squeegee
because you hate the way a drop
is at the mercy of the wind
dry and dead in a flash
by being a drop
i am the ocean
laughing at your wish
to appear streak free

your shirt has a new company name
did your rage
get the best of you this time?
how must it be in your heart
to burn with such hate
that consuming yourself
is never enough fuel
no one is safe
from your walking hell

may god have mercy
no love but his
can quench
your torment

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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