Tryst Poetry By Brenda Gentry

Good Ol' Boys

I am chained to the stove
stuck to the floor,
a POW of ceramic.
Cinderella had it cushy
clad in tattered rags.

Two kids, eight dogs,  
and one cat later, I trot
from one activity to another.

But the best you care to offer
me is Viagra after supper.

2002 Brenda Gentry

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