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By Misti Date: 2005 May 19 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.19.20.01.4911]] |
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battering blows on my brain my heart my spirit my gut he struggles getting in and out of the car I'm wearing a dress that is too short because all my other clothes are dirty we are driving to the laundromat to wash ten to twelve loads I am hungrier than I should be I want to ride the tram to the Crest have some carrot cake & coffee my phone is silent inside the metal lunchbox I use as a purse we are parked in the handicapped space he is buying detergent this morning I drove to the post office in a rage came home & bitched some more he went outside & sobbed we are poor we are broken we are newly married we are a long way from fine miles from San Francisco and Seattle the sun is shining brutally, the bastard shopping cart wheels are rattling across the baked parking lot battering blows on my brain my heart my spirit my gut |