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Wife
She loves him for his shoulders not his songs
Line of his jaw, the funny little snort
he makes when sleeping. She knows that she ought
to care more for his art, but that belongs
to the long list of things she hopes to mend
in years to come. She wants to love him more
than Ma Calliope, that awful bore.
She's made an effort, tried to be her friend
but knows she would not be his mother's choice.
Perhaps she'll try to charm the bitch with food.
If she has a sweet tooth, that would be good,
or honey in tisane, to help her voice.
So off she goes to Aristaeus' hive
which is the last place she will go alive.
She loves him for his shoulders not his songs
Line of his jaw, the funny little snort
he makes when sleeping. She knows that she ought
to care more for his art, but that belongs
to the long list of things she hopes to mend
in years to come. She wants to love him more
than Ma Calliope, that awful bore.
She's made an effort, tried to be her friend
but knows she would not be his mother's choice.
Perhaps she'll try to charm the bitch with food.
If she has a sweet tooth, that would be good,
or honey in tisane, to help her voice.
So off she goes to Aristaeus' hive
which is the last place she will go alive.
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