Wednesday, 28 August 2013
Turning the Thing Around
By Arlene Corwin
He doesn’t see I’ve cut my hair
A little or a lot. That’s good!
Doesn’t see I’ve changed mascara.
That’s exactly as it should be
After thirty years – the married kind;
Years diffuse and years refined.
That’s good and I say, “Knock on wood!”
One gets a bit home-blind*
With freedom to just go and read
Without the press of feeling needed.
Let me tell you it is bliss
To not be noticed, seen or missed.
He doesn’t notice my new lines,
Or if he does, he doesn’t say,
And yet, I’m sensitive to signs
And they’re not there!
I feel adored.
It’s perfect to be so ignored.
*home blind: a Swedish expression for being so accustomed to something you don't see it anymore
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