who held your head of household position like a prizefighters golden belt,
who held the purse strings and all the
muscle flexing cards,
are the one lying there.
for a change.
that it was you
who never missed a baseball game,
even if it required all the food money for season tickets,
or 3 TV’s on at once,
and yet I was the one who swung ,
full, fierce and true
and didn’t miss.
Alanis would appreciate this.
It’s like finally learning to breathe underwater
and not drowning any more.
The salt water that stung my eyes for all these long years
has turned fresh,
and receded until
now only a peaceful pond reflects the setting sun.
And it’s ironic
the dread I was assured that this act of defiance,
of certain damnation,
would bring me,
is as cool as a ripe mango and smooth…
smooth and linen fresh as the sheet I rolled you into.
that I am smiling
and that my smile shines like the moon will be soon,
even with the broken spaces,
and the swollen lips.
And I watch you sink quietly with the sun,
and I think
about how it is usually the Prince who rides in and saves the Princess….
but when the Prince is the monster
the Princess must take matters into her own hands
and forge herself a happy ending.