MARRIAGE

He wants me to be slim,

ready by the time of arrival

of that once in a lifetime occasion:

Day of my sacrifice.

Of course, it is my fault, not that

I put on weight; that I

gave him undue weight.

I didn’t realize that

my meek submission to his antics

of love, pleadings on the infested streets,

his long wails in those nights, and his

daytime mighty confidence -

would drag me to this situation of

wretchedness, and hopelessness.

On that day of special occasion,

I have to barter my freedom

to become Mrs. Him

I have to barter my freedom

to make him Man.

Asshole.

The whole I am, is the victim

for his quest for a Hole. His passage

to fatherhood, my pit of agony.

Call it by any name,

this knot they imprison me in

is suffocating. is Illegal.

He wants me to become slim,

to put on more weight in the future -

the weight of his life, my life

and their life.