Through paper thin walls
I can hear my neighbour
Marigold.
She starts with the same lie
every time
my husband Finnegan
will be home soon
let’s make this quick.
I can tell what kinks
the john has paid for
by the uniqueness
of the name she gives
her fake husband.
I once asked,
why the make-believe spouse?
Marigold responded
with delicate articulation
a girl in this line of work
needs to pretend
to have some normalcy
in her life
a reason to be kept alive.
Having nothing left to conceal
she lives her life
like no one is watching.
She leaves me astonished,
wishing to live one minute
as open as she lives every moment.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Through paper thin walls
I can hear my neighbour
Marigold.
She starts with the same lie
every time
my husband Finnegan
will be home soon
let’s make this quick.
I can tell what kinks
the john has paid for
by the uniqueness
of the name she gives
her fake husband.
I once asked,
why the make-believe spouse?
Marigold responded
with delicate articulation
a girl in this line of work
needs to pretend
to have some normalcy
in her life
a reason to be kept alive.
Having nothing left to conceal
she lives her life
like no one is watching.
She leaves me astonished,
wishing to live one minute
as open as she lives every moment.
for Marigold
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