our domesticityA Poem by sea lilywhen the first burst of passion fades, we have to de-flea the cat. and i have stomach pains we clean the toilet we hoover up. i remember the mornings like they were in sepia and you brushed the hair from my eyes instead of smacking my arse good morning. i love you i love you and the jealousy still echoes her name. you say i punish you for things we can't change. i feel closest to you in the bath and you're combing my hair through. the suds mixing with cat hair wrapped in a towel with fleas biting my ankles. well, i never bargained on four nights alone. i traded my youth, my right to get drunk in bars and go home with unsuitable men. although i can't think of anybody more unsuitable than you. divorced with two children that she never lets you see. you can't get a lawyer because of me. (they say we earn too much money) i want to know when the tiredness ends when i get to have a baby when you'll call me by my name or is it just the seasons making me unhappy?
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1 Review Added on September 29, 2011 Last Updated on September 29, 2011 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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