we are the risen. after the storm. rest in the sea. washed up on the beach.
September 8, 2009
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"Maybe I met her in a restaurant.
Maybe I met her in a bar.
Maybe I saw her while stopped at a stoplight
driving down the street in my car.
And maybe it started out great,
like it does with every woman I’ve dated.
Amazingly passionate amorous love-making totally caffeinated.
But no matter how varied our sex life,
eventually when we’re in bed
women always ask me to do the same thing
and it’s starting to mess with my head.
I feel I’m being used, maybe even abused.
I am trapped, and she is my captor.
She’ll be naked, on her back, and she’ll give me a look
and say, I want you…to read another chapter!
Women always want me to read to them.
They demand it. I have no choice
but to spread wide the pages of the book on the night stand
and get busy giving good voice.
Because once upon a time we grew up on stories
and the voices in which they were told.
We need words to hold us, and the world to behold us
for us to truly know our souls."- Reading Allowed
By:
Taylor Mali
