Inflict My Thoughts(Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

In-between a heart-breaking translation, next week’s
holiday at the beach, my son’s law examination, the
obsessive-compulsive cleaners and people living like
pigs, a lady keeping goats in her apartment in town,
various undercover millionaires & our miserable cat
threatening hoarders, keratin fixing my very dry hair
& nail clippers that I cut off too much hair with so
now my hairstyle looks worse than before

Drinking endless cups of tea, reading Reaper Man,
falling asleep over my fiction, watching pretty girls try
on beautiful wedding gowns & people without faces
who undergo surgery which sensitive viewers should
eschew, spoiled divas spending too much but insisting
on their fathers’ paying and their partners’ respect - I
realise being haunted by a small thing like you refusing
to listen when I try to tell you what I think, simply pales

In comparison with really important issues in life; you
love me - though you hate what I say - so I inflict my
thoughts onto this page…