How to be Lawrence Beck

He is on a chair in his backyard,
Dreaming. Maybe that isn't the
Proper word. He is hating his
Present. His wife has come
Home, and she's angry about
What the kids haven't done,
And she's asking him questions,
All of them pointed, which he
Tries to answer. She sneers.
She's a bitch. What he'd like
Is to go away somewhere with
Someone he wants, but, in fact,
She is drawing away, and it's
Really too humid out here in
The yard, and he's starting to
Sweat, and he's trying to not
Tell his wife to fuck off, as he's
Trying to tell himself she who
Is drawing away is not gone.
Everything worth anything
Has been lost. No, he isn't
Quite dreaming. That might
Leave him pleased. He is
Grieving and hating, sweating,
And stammering, trapped in
The chair in his yard.



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Written on 2015-09-10 at 01:48

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