Are You A Good Wife

I go shopping for you
dress in rags
so you don't
why can't you miss me
if you don't
why why why.

Jets careers
airfares arteries
arrears
smear me
in you
more each day.

It is not your home
you crawl in to stop
it's wheel
it bogs you down
in the peat
unwanted mail
dispensed each day.

Trotting globes
lobes
lost in taste
tuneless
mouth loud in shame
poster child all adore
I have found
underneaths your homely smile.

poem by Is It Poetry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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