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My Wife (Free verse) by Dovina

Happiness is fitful and occasional. It’s the escape I get when not meeting her wishes, not performing a trick, and she is not looking up at me smiling. Normally, I am groomed as she has trained, prepared to converse on her topics, it took her years to teach. Her smile is my fish. Then she spots the flaw, spiritual emptiness in my eye. She has warned against corruption of independence, And wants to save me. But there it is. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she hisses. Now I must think of a way to fill my spirit, divert punishment. I never wanted her to save me, only accept me as I am.

Dovina 29-Dec-04/7:16 PM

Are you the real jroday, back from surgery? If so, welcome back. You once talked about a mean woman. I’ve taken the man’s side here and am pleased if it rings true to you.




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