crazy lady

 

 

not having an easy time of it:

whether it is delayed menopausal madness,

high-tech stress

or simply the chronic insanity

brought on by my good-natured husband

who seems to be blithely unaware

of how sensationally ill-suited we are.

I would like to find a high meadow

like the one Julie Andrews twirls around in

during her romp in The Sound of Music

but instead of pleasant warbling,

I would like to scream bloody murder,

scream at the top of my lungs

until I have no voice left,

until I am limp and gasping for air.

no one would hear.

 

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is heavy...sometimes others just don't get our insanity...we cannot spell it out clear enough...and they just keep smiling...

like the Julie Andrews' reference.