Hard Head, Marshmallow Heart Poem by Robin Bennett

Hard Head, Marshmallow Heart



That damn phone
sounds as shrill as your
ex-wife.
Just before she
emptied your
wallet in a packed
courthouse. The smell of
barren leather sickens me.

Keep your hard head,
your marshmallow heart
and endless parade
of problems to yourself.
I hold tight to my
strange luck, and realize
men are the enemy.

Napping away on a
bed of lies, I swat furiously
at the swarm of flies
circling your empty brainless
head.

I built you, and you let
her creep in and
break you. Now it's
my job to toss
you with the
rest of the
dead wood littering
my life.

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Robin Bennett

Robin Bennett

New Orleans, La USA
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