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Another Friday Night
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
She sat inside her ice-cream life
and guessed the number of
bingo markers it might take
to win the jackpot
Sometimes she questioned why
so many people drove her
crazy insulted her
She divided her friends and lovers
into good and bad directions.
It was raining outside when
she began to cook the supper
The stove was hot she was cold
She was always cold in her house
in her ice vein kitchen with
the pretty white lace curtains
and the yellow-green walls
Her problems could all be
isolated into one situation after
another she light a cigarette
sitting at her table wondering
if she should cook rice or potatoes
with the meat it didn't matter
they'd wolf down the food
without a glance at her effort
She found she was happier
when the kids were at school and
that man was at work doing whatever
Impatience wasn't so much her statement
as was unconcern so what
she thought as she dusted her ashes
into the ashtray
Her memories could stretch so
far back before this life even
yet she knew that what she knew
wasn't really very much at all
Maybe he really loved her who knew
for her it was only a situation
she wondered if they'd remember
to take their shoes off at the doorHer feelings could easily be hurt
but on the other hand she often
neglected to express herself
At half past five she'd put supper
on the table they would sit around it
her family sharing the same table
and the same bathroom distance
they were mutually ignorant of
each other
She put out her cigarette light another
she wasn't afraid of cancer just living
Working man would be home soon
right after the kids demanded home
Sighing she stood up and pushed
the cat away with her foot irritated
checked her purse bingo markers
neatly labelled another Friday night
