{"id":49477,"date":"2019-06-22T13:57:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:57:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49477"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:57:10","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:57:10","slug":"the-bus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-bus\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bus"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

(Based on the painting by Frida Kahlo)<\/p>\n

I sigh as I board the bus<\/p>\n

on my way to the market,<\/p>\n

my basket over my arm.<\/p>\n

I notice,<\/p>\n

as I do with everything in my life,<\/p>\n

the irritation I feel<\/p>\n

toward the others who share my bench.<\/p>\n

Their open faces,<\/p>\n

comfort with their own bodies,<\/p>\n

while I age and<\/p>\n

wear my unhappiness like a cloak.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I will plan a meal<\/p>\n

for a man I once loved.<\/p>\n

He will gobble it down<\/p>\n

wordlessly<\/p>\n

scraping his plate clean.<\/p>\n

He will wipe his mouth<\/p>\n

and grunt as his chair<\/p>\n

moves away from the table.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I will wash the dishes<\/p>\n

while he reads paper,<\/p>\n

rustling the pages<\/p>\n

and sighing as though he has<\/p>\n

the weight of the world<\/p>\n

upon his shoulders.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We will go to bed,<\/p>\n

barely a word spoken<\/p>\n

between us<\/p>\n

our backs to each other,<\/p>\n

not touching.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And I will remember<\/p>\n

how he once<\/p>\n

hungered for me<\/p>\n

in my youth, my beauty.<\/p>\n

Now my heart is as heavy<\/p>\n

as my child-stretched middle<\/p>\n

Both aching and empty<\/p>\n

From lack of love,<\/p>\n

His touch.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eve Remillard<\/p>\n

6\/22\/19<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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