Last month – a broken jaw;
this week – a dislocated elbow.
You know you need help
but who to turn to? It’s not
your fault, but they’d never
believe you. You neglect her
she says. Don’t let her know
you love her enough; that’s when
something snaps...Kid yourself
it won’t happen again,
until it does.
So you tell her you’ll leave –
she can have the TV – the car...
small price to pay for some kind
of self-respect; yet, she won’t
hear of that and you’re shit-scared
of what she’d do if you did. But
every man has his limits; so how long
can you go on turning the other cheek?
Only there’s nowhere to run...
on a dead-end street.