Dredging memory
for oafs
looking for louts
who chose me
as victim
wondering
who hit on whom:
Was it I
with my lust
for impregnation?
Or they, addicted
to seek-and-destroy tactics?
My daughter
could probably invent
a few pithy stories
on Facebook
but I
can only stare
out the train’s window
hoping for reflection
searching instead
a flat dry developed
landscape
for clues.
— Jennie Fraine
Ah yes, relationships are a lot more complex and hard to categorise than the brief, random encounter I was referring to in my last poem. It must be good that you're unable to apportion blame.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about "good" but certainly free. easy. and a case of "peace of mind". :-)
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