25th Anniversary Poem
The truth after all these years . . .
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1 min readJan 1, 2021
My husband still loves me. Should I worry
about his lack of imagination? Shouldn’t he
be bored by now? What’s wrong with him?
Tell him, somebody, I’m the Queen of Dullsville,
Old, fat, — wrinkly as clothes crammed in the hamper.
True: the sex is great— Heart to bone,
intense and ever-changing,
But there’s got to be more to marriage than that.
I just can’t remember what .
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