and sucking the love from your children
like some bizarrely reversed pregnancy -
And you will be, as ever,
alone
But you will not be grown-up, or graceful you
klutz of a slut you bad girl you.
You’ll be an ass, drunk and stupid
Or an old maid staring blankly at - what? why?
while the shrivel you spoke of
when still just a girl
destroys all your chances,
succumbs to the bitterness -
You tried turning it loose
But it wound itself around you
like a python.
So finally you embraced
it.
It was a man
any old man
Not the ONE man who could
have redeemed it
Or kept it to himself!
Just like that you were
quite, quite old.
Everything about you got
tired and fat -
And you had lost so much
caring
A crying kitten couldn’t
move you
You could shrug at a newborn
As bitterness beamed expansively
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