Marriage

Well, some things I can never know.

I can never be a wife.

That would involve a proposal

of marriage, which will never come.

It would take a commitment

which I will never deserve.

 

I can apparently be tolerated

as a sex slave surrogate, but

only in the absence of a pro.

And only because the price is free

and there are no hidden charges.

 

I can semi-adequately scrub

a toilet, sink, backyard pool

and dig for underground plumbing

Once again, because it's free

Nothing hidden, only myself. 

 

I can cook an edible meal

Occasionally, at least

and wash the dishes and clothes.

And clean out the pipes,

but no where near sufficiently.

 

But I can never be a wife.

Too ugly, too old, too wierd.

Too far down the Pavlovian chain.

Too familiar with knowing

All I can never be.