She Married a Man Who Left Her Alon

She pursued her little vices alone, late into the night, yet managed
To perform the little niceties and the bigger
Tasks of childbirth and home ownership to
Everyone’s satisfaction.

Bouncing around the town
“Slightly obese after only two children.”
Smiling, frying, wrapping, and accomplishing other such tasks.

With unfinished poems in her head
Carefully piling and folding laundry on the bed
She makes up stories for her kids, who love this
Side of her.

At work she is relentless, a pit bull with jaws firmly
Chomping at the incompetent, the slow, the corrupt.
She can be mean, quick to judge, and chow out all who
Disappoint.

She loves the quotidienne, the mopping of her kitchen floor.
She revels while dusting, salivates while dishwashing.
There is such comfort in a clean house! Please DON’T spill the milk.

Then one day, or a thousand days, who knows? She fell
Apart. Her rage smashed the window, blood everywhere, her anger devoured her husband; and she dreamed of her father, his bulbous penis in her face, but this was
No dream.

Memories, dreams, flashbacks, SCENES, she is the star, and she is
Bitten and beaten, slapped and pinched, raped, and ridiculed,
Fucked and fucked
Up

It all starts to make sense.
She married a man who left her alone.
And let her write out her
Life.