Oh Mabel what have you done now?
You’ve caused a scene the only way you know how.
Snap out of it, rise up,
feel the weight of permanent presence.
And when your sobbing halts,
we want more tomatoes in the spaghetti sauce,
two cans aren’t enough
to save us from divorce.
Inside you are rotten,
on no even keel,
if only your bones were broken (at least we could see them heal).
And when the morning light uncovers beauty in your matted hair,
time will sip tea,
milk white in your eyes bring out hues of powder blue,
electric in your approach,
bare as your ground floor bedroom, the sliding doors never closed.
Just be yourself, just be yourself,
over and over again,
take the kids to bed,
cook spaghetti,
smile and show us restrain.
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