I did, was kissed, had flowers flung over
my head. The trade-a title for a name.
My part to play all planned, all squared away
with bed and fence and dinner. Lucky me,
the rabbit-pets from prey and small game made,
instincts intact. A nearly endless field
of vision. Sleep midday with open eyes;
run zigzags in dreams through dead grass, past lives.
Familiar fear, forever fear; Tuesday.
I don't know how, but one of us will be
second-the other first-to die. Sorry
I worry. My nature. All potential.
Nothing will wed it out of me. Other-
I don't want your love, but give it to me.
I'm Wife— by Jasmine Khaliq | Pink Peony Poetry Reed Diffuser
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