Living With A DrunkA Poem by Erin Leelife with an alcoholic spousehis cheeks get fatter somehow bloated on chipmunk greed like he’s storing securities for the coming of snow and I brace myself for storm there’s something peppered in his step soft on intention but hard all the same on motive and complaints of commodities and lack thereof and I extend myself the right to sigh slippers pad across the hardwood floor and I wonder how ballerinas tip toe padded mysteries fat on need performances yet to see and I grant myself new certainty © 2010 Erin Lee |
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Added on February 1, 2010 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 |