A woman dreams
The dream escapes
Comes back like
Sleepless nights
Awakes to headaches
Coffee, cigarettes
Baby watching kid shows
On the tablet.
The day ons on
Keep going on
The headache gone
Heart heavy
She’s alone
But she never wanted not to be
Alone.
Woman. Woman. Woman.
A heavy cross to carry
Mistakes she built
With sincerity of want
But never quite right
Never like she should be.
Wine. More wine. Drink up.
Drink on. Forget. But not.
Go on. Push. Push. Push.
Woman, Damn it, Push.
The delicate prediction of
Neurosis
Tickles her in her early thirties.
To have a hole that
Receives the world and all.
It is the same as being empty.
Until the hole is not a hole no longer.
But the vessel of a queen
Who welcomes her king
To swim the oceans wide,
And give birth to stars.
donika emille 