REWIND- NOVEMBER- 2012
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen…
I see what you want…
You want me to
take your shoes
and socks off
and massage your feet
you want me to
fetch your beer
your paper
and your pajamas
like a dog…
You want my
doe eyes
to blink incessantly
at your whimsical comments
about women
and knowing
and their places
You want my feet to
Scurry room to room
finding whatever you need
at your every stupid demand
You want
a beck and call girl
You want your stupid jokes to be funny
You want
me to sit quietly while you fuck our lives up
And I would asshole,
I would
If YOU…were HIM…