by Annmarie Lockhart
I don't like gum chewingyou said
Yeah, well I don't like
being overlookedI replied
We pondered these
limitations, wondered
what they meant
I will make you feel safeyou said
Yes, and I will make
you feel strongI replied
And so negotiations began
and preliminary terms
were struck
I added
a monitoring clause
that wouldn't pass review
and the unseasonable storm
wound down, sunshine through snow
flakes, light, heat, bed, bear
and I wondered why any woman
would ever consent to a man
who didn't love her hair
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
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There you go again with those sticky monitoring clauses. A man who didn't love her hair...indeed! This is a favorite poem of mine in 2012.
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