Husband And Wife.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

because she keeps
all your money
she sings early in the
morning
and whistles at night
and dances on
the streets and buys some
flowers and
a tray of eggs and some
kilos of lettuce and
sesame seeds

she thinks that you are
well taken cared of
with your empty pocket

stripped of money don't
you think that you are also
stripped of dignity?

you work hard for it and
there she is, she owns it and
she cooks for you and
sleeps with you
and tells you stories that for
once you never had the inkling
to ever listen

it is at this moment when
love making is not making you at all.