Thursday, October 18, 2012

sono donna*

I passed them in their clouds of smoke
I am a woman now
Leave the fuming trails behind
Twisting in the air
I can't compare, I can't compare!--
My husband to hers
As if my lover was worse
As if I were under some curse
Why am I so calm
With a man and his knife?

My heart is soft
My heart us hard
Remember the days when I laughed

I looked at a divorced man
I looked at a dead one, too
And when I looked at the sick man
I felt his sickness through
My blood, through my bone
And a strange sensation of being alone
In this marriage
In this house that is not a home
I am half mother
I am half child
Escort me down in the dark

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