Friday, August 31, 2012

I Was Married Once to a Bonobo

I know that sounds mean,
but it’s ok, she was a bonobo –

a drop of the hat mad,
mud-slinging, screeching,
sulking bonobo.

Funny thing is,
I don’t think she knew.

There were a couple of times
in our twenty years together
when I saw her almost react
to what she saw in the mirror.
It was something akin to self-awareness,
an almost seeing
what she had let herself become.

Perhaps I was holding the mirror too close.

The Broadkill Review (a print-only journal) - August 2012

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