Pre-menopausal Drama

when you leave
your panty on the
white tiles of the
bathroom
and a cockroach
comes along
and sniffs it
i, your husband,
shall pick it up
and wash it well,
i think, i must be
the one to understand
you more
in this period of
your shaky existence
when all the
love is
gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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