
”why do you tell me
children’s stuff?”
his wife said
“rather tell me you’ve
sold a painting and invite
me for coffee.”
the artist/stunned at such
impertinence/disrespect/
usually a hard worker/
would he deserve this kind
of attitude?
perhaps in too much history
of an unfortunate marriage’s
rubble he’s buried under –
maybe he just lives up to his
promise he’d given her mom’
to look after her –
whatever he’ll do in the near
future she’ll not appreciate
since the days he’d lost his
job/possessions/positions/
crawling up the
rubble-mountain of a human
catastrophe
just to tumble down from
the apex of his achievements
nobody longer appreciated.
tumble.elbmut
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
when a marriage has endured many decades of towing and throwing – especially with two headstrong individuals – dialogs may become somewhat silly…