Break my body --
hold my bones.
- Pixies
My life: the ashtray.
Leave your gum,
leave your cigarette,
leave your
temporary pleasure.
I can't win, really.
I'm someone's favorite, but not really.
I'm someone's wife, but not really.
Crumpled newspaper, the taxing of my youth,
I waited until the headline ran,
until forever became a hypothetical.
"I want you to be
the mother of my children," he said,
and then he locked the door.
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