More ImportantA Poem by Erin LeeWhat it was like living with a man who had bigger concerns than his family.
more important than the fire, running daggers through my brain more important than the night sweats, and the tempered pain more important than the tears that salt my feather down is his hiccups, his hungers, his needs (paychecks come on wednesdays, more important) i grin, and suck in the sting of this commodity he's in charge, more important than a healthy she more important than the days i chase a heart ground into the floor is his cravings for a bean burrito, or another w***e (paychecks come on wednesdays, more important). © 2010 Erin LeeAuthor's Note
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