the days of his domination are over
the days of him going too far
the days of me pretending to be appalled
now he’s genuinely startled when I take him too far
he crumples as a child dropkicked on green grass in the early spring
he fetus-hugs himself
licking his wounds
the ones I’ve created
too much info
is never enough
I DON’T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR LADY BUSINESS!
Once again you create an array of images in my mind as I read your poetry and regardless of what Bryan says…it good to hear whatever business you want to talk about. 🙂
It’s not lady business, necessarily. God, Bryan, this is poetry, there’s literal and there’s abstract.
slpmartin: thank you very much. It’s liberating to talk about whatever one wants without worrying about what other people think.
That’s poetry, medicatedlady, NO rules.
ML – I think we have to do the podcast soon. Our relationship simply must be exposed for what it is.
FREEDOM of expression, speech, choice are everything. Keep on being free my sweet. Tell you two what, I’ll put up a video of myself reading a couple of poems, if you two do a podcast?
fetal hugs is such an awesome set of words 🙂
OMG. I don’t know if you readers are ready for it. I mean honestly, they may think they are, but they really don’t have any idea of what they’re in for…
Just kidding, you totally need to do the podcast. However, I think you should do it in you Halloween costumes as The Real Housewives of Little Rock! ML, you were smokin’ hot! All the little boys that you passed out candy to from my neighborhood ride their bikes past my house all the time, hoping to get a glimpse of you. Bryan, don’t forget your pearl necklace.
You should do a pod cast on the ultimate party dip. With crazy ingredients like pureed little boys (or something like that)
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