Disloyalty at table

She accuses you – rankly – of 

disloyalty and 

rude: and she chews your head off,

instead of ever giving it.

What is this game she plays with you?

She demands an absolutist time together: wretched space for 


people in wretched relation-

ships passing in

the wrong, and in total absence of any kind of song.

She can even proclaim 

a jealousy of 

sorts when you sit, misplaced (according to her criteria) at table of almost legalistic



what a betrayal of 

love she has made of your life;

what a betrayal of

your promise to love and nurture her for ever …

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