Of course she feels pain. Of course she cries in the bathtub with the shower raining down. Doesn't every woman? On days when she can't get to the bathtub in time, she imagines the bathtub - and herself crying there. Like comfort food.
Like spaghetti.
Posts
see , that wasn't witty
ReplyDeletethat was just
beautiful
that was just
a sweet ruby heart,
and
Some damn good
Akkabeeee pasta...
About half of me smiled at this charming post - the other half was saddened with the knowledge of how damn true this really is.
ReplyDeleteAh, spaghetti...with lots and lots of butter and salt.
I feel very connected to your poetry. You feel like I feel.
ReplyDeletehttp://alabyrinth.wordpress.com/2010/03/17/bruised-heart-internal-bleeding/
and
http://alabyrinth.wordpress.com/2010/03/22/cookies/
and
http://alabyrinth.wordpress.com/2010/03/26/this-cap-is-not-for-sale/
Shouldn't every man?
ReplyDeleteI'd like to borrow the bathtub once in a while until I learn to create my own. I promise to bring some yummy red lentils to add to the spaghetti.