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  • Todd Wooten

First Marriage

Roughshod partner.

Eggshell remains surround your narcissim.

Even the fold of the towels do not meet your standard.

Piles of yarn sit in dust 'til the knitted noose is needed.

Humble servant. Tattered and constricted.

Your presence is a patronizing comment.

Unperturbed, you birth effort by gaslight

and stand the ground where her boot heels tread.

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