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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Someone Like My Niece</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the party i chance to sit next to her<br>on a white covered sofa<br>we are so careful not to stain it<br>watching the food that we fork<br>the orange juice that we drink from a shiny glass<br>no drops please<br>her mother warns, she's is my sister<br>too concerned about her furniture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she likes her hair long and falling<br>like herself i suppose falling into a<br>certain despair, her mother, unable to<br>accept, she pretends she is more concerned<br>about the fate of her new rosewood<br> furniture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' i do not like myself' she whispers to<br>her glass half filled with tequila, <br>she sets aside the orange juice<br>too mild, she quips, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' i like to run away from her' she <br>insists, telling me that no one understands her here<br>that this house is full of indifferent people</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i fix my gaze at the TV pretending i am not interested.<br>there is this soap opera about a mom who just lost<br>her son to a war somewhere in Jolo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can a mother's love be so misunderstood? <br>the mother knows how to pretend, and the daughter<br>drowns herself inside the bubbles of a glass wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tequila, i am sure about that..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' i like the love story most. The brother takes his brother's girlfriend<br>and he punishes himself at the end. Tears and death.'<br> I am evading<br>her leading questions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she's groggy. She leaves me and says she is sleepy. She goes to her<br>room and locks the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then i tell myself, this world is fair. I am lucky not to have someone<br>like that niece. I am alone but not sad. Anyway, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the soap opera ends. Something new crops up tomorrow.<br>A twist of fate. But i will not watch anymore.I had enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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we are so careful not to stain it
watching the food that we fork
the orange juice that we drink from a shiny glass
no drops please
her mother warns, she's is my sister
too concerned ..."></div>
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