Canary Wife
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Why husbands why gluten-free why anything I do; I do not do any of these deeds for me; who do I listen to - why not the husband - he knows so little - we ‘r’ like oil ‘n’ water - cadaverous cpap snoring double bed catholics. It’s man cave hatred which roars in my Middle-aged-slop, my…
Between you and me --- detox head. Between the legs and the hips a rock and a gentle sway - a shining impossibly valuable diamond, all rosee. No one allowed, no one has touched - I love you sugar, I love you so much. Wanna dig it out? See it faceted and will blind us halfway down the rail track, the mine, Canary comes out soot and fine powderkeg yellow - feathers like the feminine sun and a million miners, black-lung husbands are screaming like the world’s caving in completely on top of them, and they are dispositioned for reasons they’ll later learn. They are soon way behind her --- so soon. |
