This Book Which I Hate (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I’m reading a book which I hate,
each time I start I get a headache
but I cannot escape; this is what
marriage is isn’t it – doing things
you’d never do on your own, like

Having kids – had mine discovering
I was lonely; hubby wants me read
it, insists, so rather than incur his
wrath I dutifully comply, read lines
I detest so condescendingly

Written by a supposedly superior
woman For Women – I hope she
disappears from Earth’s face, that
fiery red devils dance, changing
her dreams into nightmares and

That her dog chews on her toes
especially, that her words never
come back to haunt me – may this
book disappear just like the Marie
Celeste on the Sargasso Sea…

28 April 2013