That Telling Look Poem by Sheena Blackhall
That Telling Look
One day, she looks at her husband
And the fire's gone out.
Next, it's the house sale,
Splitting up the assets.
What to do about the table?
Like a Rubik cube,
It's solidly interlocked
The table looks at her
She looks at the axe
The husband loves that table
‘Take it! ' he says. ‘It's yours..'
Monday, June 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: wife
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