Tonight,
like all other nights,
I will be greeted by a creaking gate
and a cat resembling an abandoned rug
thrown out on the street side --
it isn't even mine.
A creaking door,
A creaking bed.
Everything suddenly creaking
a dim lit house refusing to be disturbed from sleep;
as I arrive straight from work.
The sheets frown from the previous nights
of my useless tossing
while five pillows pretend to be limbs
around my waist
Some nights, they become real limbs --
I risk it,
even if men think like men like
like all other nights,
I will be greeted by a creaking gate
and a cat resembling an abandoned rug
thrown out on the street side --
it isn't even mine.
A creaking door,
A creaking bed.
Everything suddenly creaking
a dim lit house refusing to be disturbed from sleep;
as I arrive straight from work.
The sheets frown from the previous nights
of my useless tossing
while five pillows pretend to be limbs
around my waist
Some nights, they become real limbs --
I risk it,
even if men think like men like
She's just crazy
just drunk
just horny
just scheming
just cunning
but I don't care about undeserved adjectives,
or assembling comprehensible explanations
to dispel these baseless opinions --
I'm just too tired.
At least there still enough sanityto use for work the next day.
just drunk
just horny
just scheming
just cunning
but I don't care about undeserved adjectives,
or assembling comprehensible explanations
to dispel these baseless opinions --
I'm just too tired.
At least there still enough sanityto use for work the next day.
So I continue walking anyway
through the shadows of the swaying branches
past cats slinking away into the hedges
through the cranky, creaking gate
past the flickering of a dying light bulb
to wait for sleep
the knight in shining armor,
and its perennial late arrival.
I make dinner.
I take the tall chair from the counter
Tie a flowery apron around it.
Call it Mother.
through the shadows of the swaying branches
past cats slinking away into the hedges
through the cranky, creaking gate
past the flickering of a dying light bulb
to wait for sleep
the knight in shining armor,
and its perennial late arrival.
I make dinner.
I take the tall chair from the counter
Tie a flowery apron around it.
Call it Mother.
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