Friday, September 23, 2011
Approval -- Poetry 2011
cat and dog tendencies
kept them together and apart.
She could hear grandmother's Irish brogue:
can't live with them; can’t live without them.
Times have changed and yet not at all...
she felt incomplete no matter what her
accomplishments brought her; the curse
of being a woman longing for a partner
to feel correct, to feel whole, to feel...
she hated that aspect of herself.
She hated wanting a man…
what could "he" provide that she
didn't already gain by self-determination.
That stupid true love - what a crock...
she wondered if her grandmother
would approve of her throwing him out...