our domesticity

our domesticity

A Poem by sea lily

when 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?

© 2011 sea lily


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Sea Lily, this piece aches on the page. There is anger and resentment, too. Passion is such a powerful thing, we don't feel the bites and welts the fleas bring. The story that is unfolding before us tastes bitter to me. What will become of their domesticity? Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago



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