Banana BeingA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
Lab rat spouse confined,
bedridden by circumstance, the sperm met the egg. Twenty-one weeks in, cramps and bleeding still occur, imperfect cycle. No stitch is perfect, the radius increases, the fluid will flow. The father stays strong or tries to as his spouse stays down without movement. In and out of bed, just to eat and to toilet like a Swiss timepiece. On his broad shoulders, the responsibilities fell like an oak cross. Selling the old house, fixing up the bullshit rooms to give them appeal. Bank account draining like a tub liberated of a nasty clog. Two occupations taken just to plug the dike Little Dutch Boy style. Lumbering slowly, head hanging low as he finds the empty joe pot. He should not complain, he is free to move without hindrance, without pain. But the coffee has not filter'd fully, dripping onto the burner. Scalding itself to charr'd darkness, this is the state of his inner one. The spouse wonders why, why her, why now, and why us, there is no answer. Emotionally stunted into a wither'd banana being. Brown and black from the emotional scarring, they try to carry on. Hopefully, they earn their chance to be the parents they always could be. © 2012 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2012 Last Updated on February 17, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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