At breakfast your
Words are as brittle as cornflakes
But no, they do not nourish!
My dreams droop
Like the breasts of old women
I feel I am the
Dregs of the coffee you ignore
In your mind I am as thinly spread As
butter on toast
A nameless hurt gathers into a knot in my
throat
Marriage is the boat
Whose oars are lost
And we drift on a windless sea
Silence roaring in our ears
A slow-burning rage flickers in my eyes
The newspaper rustles in your
hands conflagrations in fine print
Are so much easier to understand
We are forever together
And forever apart.