The stench of her commitment awakened her
And she had not yet finished her dreams.
She heard the morning rituals, the ever present persistence, and pretended to sleep.
Her head hidden, her heart dark, she wondered again about not being there.
Wondered how it would be to actually open her eyes with the sun. The thought passed
with the close of the door, as it always does, and she finally rose....defeated.
She went to the kitchen and presented him with a face that wasn't hers and a breakfast
she was never hungry for.
Poem © 2001 Kendra Martinson, all rights reserved
appears here by permission