“Unhappy Housewife: It’s all in my head”

I ripped your throat out as I smiled over the roast chicken last night.

It started as a cold word and then you slapped me

Then I lay there, still on the ground until you decided to pour your soup in my hair

And it made me so mad I stood up and slapped you back, with a shaking, angry hand.

Of course this made you more outraged still and my head slammed against the cupboard

Scratching and besides myself, I screamed that you couldn’t feed yourself without me, you ungrateful pig

You punched me twice in the stomach and said the money came from you… we all know that

You kicked me with your expensive boots from Australia, cracked my teeth.

Then you knelt before me and said my food was not good enough for swine.

So to save you the grief of having to digest it, I ripped your goddamn throat out.

Then I served the rest of the family and the meal went well.

I kissed you silly and thanked you for the gift you got me for my birthday, this morning.

I found it in my closet, next to last year’s shoes.

With a neat perfunctory bow, straight from a department store gift section, they sat there waiting.

I tried them on for size and they were 2 sizes too big but no worries, love. They’re beautiful.

Then I ran to the bathroom to sneak into the shower with you, extra gratitude

Needless, though, you were already done. Not there.

So I sped down the stairs, hoping to find you in the breakfast nook with your coffee.

You were already done there too, though. Dishes in the sink.

So I rushed to the garage, in order to catch you before you drove out to work.

Your car wasn’t parked there… hadn’t even closed the garage door on your way out.

I found a note in the kitchen when I returned. Two week trip out of town. Hope I liked the shoes.

That is when I realized you forgot the birthday and the shoes were an apology for another departure.

But I won’t relay that to the girls at the salon.

You’re out of town now and I will miss you…

This morning, I kissed you silly and enjoyed that shower and meal for two.

I moaned aloud as you bit into my skin and handled my body like fillet from the butchery.

Closing my eyes I imagined each sharp nip was a gentle nibble, along the inner parts of my thigh.

Your hands groping blindly on my breasts became the caress of a skilled and caring man, kindling fires of passion

Each time you pulled my hair, it turned into a playful tug, making my scalp tingle

You put me first and every move you made was for my benefit so that I could reach that place

Just like the first time we made love… it is only getting better with time.

You listen when I ask you to adjust and try something new, you never get mad.

Ha… It never hurts, I never have a single complaint because in my head you made sweet, sweet love to me

I moan out loud because in my mind you are the perfect, attentive lover.

[But it is all in my mind and the two images of you will never reconcile, merge or compare.]

22-Dec-09