Some Contractually Obligatory Marriage Poem
Contractually Obligatory Marriage Poems
[none of the person/ages
in this poem, living or dead,
are intended to represent anyone,
or I’d be dead...]
#1
My wife says, “Why don’t you write me
romantic poems? You might get laid...”
“I’m writing down realistic poems,
like what you’d actually say.”
She’s disgusted, “I hope you make
good friends with your hands.”
“I’m writing that down!”
“Whatever.”
#2
Walking down the street,
I'm massaging her neck,
which she’s audibly enjoying,
but just as a woman walks by she cracks,
“You're just hoping to get laid.”
The woman glances over,
grins and breaks into laughter!
#2.1
His hand says to her warm hip,
“I know what to do with you.”
Her eye smirks,
“You don’t know what to do with me!”
“Contractually Obligatory Marriage Poems” (#1 and #2)
appeared online in La Petite Zine (Spring 2002, No.10 at http://www.lapetitezine.org/).
