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Eeek Love: Art and Poetry

Why I Wouldn't Be His Wife
Why I Wouldn't Be His Wife
Mixed Media, Framed
4" x 4"

The corners of his
coop are sharp:
I’d butt my head
against all four.

He’d be the rooster,
I the poulé, he crowing,
I bumping into
those damned corners.

The young animal me
would be pecked to death
by his chickenshit airs,
his flapping, strutting

cock-of-the-walk talk.

Mary Bast, Eeek Love