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By Misti Date: 2003 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.21.04.48.28356]] |
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when I sit down at the computer after working another ten hour shift I look at the chair my husband leaves his Jansport backpack and keys on and I notice his glasses taped up because Joe sat on them two years ago and he never bought another pair because he says the insurance is for my doctor visits and Celexa refills I could fill books with pages on his holiness his precious humanity so stoic and splintered his silver claddagh wedding band so lonely and proud on the cushion all the nights I've watched him sleep loving his deep breaths and peaceful expression tears spill over as I remember each hateful word so carelessly flung all the times I've cheated inside my tangled mind all the love tossed away stale crumbs on cold salty water and through it my husband has maintained his dignity with his sad puppy dog eyes giving me his hand his embrace his warm breath on my neck when I was a dreg beckoning death there should be nothing left this kind of love is so noble, so beyond all the flings and drunken debauchery I've known but it has shown through the purest beacon the brightest white through a thousand bottomless pit nights and I tremble in awe. |