dark-eyed suburban housewives stare at me
as i walk down the carefully paved streets of hell.
as they take in my wristbones and stubborn chin,
they shh! whisperwhisper behind mani(cured) hands -
"thank god i was never like that -
thank god my daughter won't be, either!"
but as they condemn me for my honesty,
angry husbands SCREAM! alcoholic insults
at their star athletes, honor roll students.
bruises blossom behind the closed doors of first-floor bathrooms;
resentment builds in pretty painted houses.
these women - don't they understand?
we are the same.