Not Your Wife

Posted byJaynePosted inLocal Food

Dishes stacked high cracked

Jam smeared on dinner plates

Salt and pepper shakers covered by

bills and love letters scattered over the dining room table

The bathroom door is left open

A lady’s leg is propped over the edge of the tub

Her leg is shaved and slick as the slip n slide that nearly knocked us out in our childhood

smells of lavender and rum dance

Strands of her red hair lead the way to the pink wash cloth hiding her breasts

She has a candle burning

And a book about love in the old days

She’s full

Alone in that bathroom she needs only to know what happens in the next chapter

-Saschia

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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