He limits her life to the house; never been further
than the yonder point of town at best. Confined
to the same hairstyle her mother wore; she sews
a new dress out of old ones to wear to church next Sunday.
He works hard to provide the life they have; she knows
he loves her….in the same way that he does all his other wives.
2008 © TS
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