Lisa Wilson


At Your Service - Poem by Lisa Wilson

On the edge of
a water-logged body,
I stew,
lampooned by
lackadaisical lovers who
have no idea what
little pleasure
they bring me,
beyond the racy dollar-store
negligees I try on
temporarily,
giving cranky housewives
a well-deserved chance
to raise babies and bake bread.
Too big for anyone
to care anymore

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  • Paul Brookes (1/13/2013 1:39:00 PM)


    Such sadness very evoative and well written ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]: O) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013



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