Author: La Bonne Mascarade PM
Part of a series on love, let me know if you would like more from this series.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 214 - Published: 08-06-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2555725
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Having completely destroyed
any false sense of correctness, he could
act naturally, a frog
when they were alone
So you hate me,
she said, crying.
Their love had started circular, shining,
but somewhere along the way a crack had begun
and it was more like a horseshoe, now.
Not that it mattered.
Dr. Adams, the man, had seen the crack
as she came in for the first time
and then for the gender.
"I'll name him
Elvis Presley" she said to a
body naked, not her husband, and
the empty response killed her inside.
Every morning the car's ignition
tore down a piece of her past adventures
until at last it had gone from chop suey
to limp noodles.
Could she be fine again?
She scrambled over rocks and stations in life and trees and concerts where the lead singer had better makeup than she so when the drugs started, she was not surprised.
But fitting feet into wooden slippers one day
she apologized to the child that had
grown like a twisted cantalope in her womb.
She missed the days of her
size six bikini.
The frog took her back and really,
who was she to complain over a little
pizza sauce in her hair when he