Coral Hull: Poetry: Rose Street Archeology: Bringing Home The Strays: 4. I Am A Mail Order Bride

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CORAL HULL: ROSE STREET ARCHEOLOGY
BRINGING HOME THE STRAYS

4. I Am A Mail Order Bride

i inhabit the unsavoury places, walking down the street, my arms linked with corruption, it looks odd, but you don't know about the life i've had, appearances are deceiving, it's all a cover up, i am with who i want to be with, it is where i feel most comfortable, it is where my lessons will be learnt, where i die, where my self development lies, i see your eyes as you pass, i drag your endless judgments & comments in my ratty hair & skirts, i'm wearing a suit & a nice smile for the morning, but i am derelict inside, i am a mail order bride arriving at the boarding house with everything for offer & receiving nothing in return, yes you've done it again, a madman is following you home, he's holding out a begging tin & he is brooding, oh but look how cute he is, in need of caring, it's so cold, windy & late outside, open your heart & let him in, learn how to die all over again, it's not as if these men are slightly dysfunctional, i bring home the worst of the worst, the desperate of the desperate, the strays i bring home are the cream on the pie of the poverty cake, they are the whole fucken gamut, i open my legs & some of my heart for derelicts & they enter my life like broken glass, they enter it unhygenic or with the flu, i feel nothing but breakage's, they enter it broken

    

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