Linda Muscatelli
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Linda Muscatelli
I never could get a man
to ask the right questions
or make a declarative statement
about his feelings for me
But your husbands were willing
when I let them know I was lonely
Everything you all had,
a home, your cars and kids
I had only in my dreams
Dreams that ended
That dead July evening
The Pick and Shovel burned down
I saw the flicker of flames
in my rented room
Where I lie down at last
a pint of peach brandy
the rest of the tranquilizers
orange light danced on the ceiling
like my torment to come
the rest of the tranquilizers
orange light danced on the ceiling
like my torment to come
At my funeral
none of you, or your men
men who'd wept in my arms
about the burdens they bore
as much as shed a tear
men who'd wept in my arms
about the burdens they bore
as much as shed a tear
- Bret