Sometimes I am a good wife,
to myself.
I scrub until invisible order
becomes visible,
and I forget to resent the loneliness
of doing it.
I feed myself
like the self devouring snake,
stomach to hand to
stove to mouth.
Sometimes I am a good wife,
to this inner man,
and he leaves me alone
a little longer.
written 13th November 2013
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