Not Like The Birds.
Mother said
there would be men
like that
and that they’d say
and do
those kinds of things
and looking back
over the months
he has behaved
as Mother predicted
right down
to the cheap flowers
and false promises
and the always
wanting sex
and to be alone
and that constant groan of
come on Honey
one more time
and yet
as you reflect on him
and his ways
and that look he has
when feeling put out
and the what maybe
the real him
when he doesn’t know
you’re studying
his features
and gestures
and listening to his words
you know
you shouldn’t be with him
but fly off
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poem by Terry Collett
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