I have this dream that I'm a failed 1940's housewife.
And I can't get this image out of my mind.
I swear I left the iron on,
The sink is overflowing,
The roast it burning,
The twins are crying,
The washing machine is pouring out suds.
And my husband gets home....
It's a mess.
He tries to put me in my place,
Apparently I must be submissive.
He tries to **** me in the kitchen
To prove his possession of me.
I yell and scream and
When he doesn't stop....
The knives were just.....
Too close to my end of the counter.
My lawyer pleads insanity.
I just plead.
"The invention of the ship was the invention of the shipwreck."