Poem #746 – marriage counseling

it smells of rotting things
fruit, once sweet
now propagating flies

get on the ground
crawl there

you must bark
you are not a woman

he doesn’t need to do this
he’s not embarrassed

the therapist and him watch
dignity vampires

let the maggots eat only the dead flesh
until just you exist

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