clandestine

wearing your ears around her neck

a sign of respect

for the evenings she misses the most

remembering when she first married

eagerly joining, every single night,

another woman’s husband

to make love

maybe she wanted to be 

noticed 

the dragon who grew the size of a house

and wouldn’t shrink until acknowledged

maybe she wanted

his fingers around her throat

but it wasn’t the antidote

for the chasm, for her loneliness

and even that dragon knew

it takes days, it takes weeks

to be seen

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