Pissed

 
On rental bed in the apartment
where her drunken boyfriend peed on borrowed
living room furniture late
one fall, she gripped
the phone with moistened hand, wet
from the news that you
were marrying someone else,
knowing she deserved better than getting
pissed on,
knowing still
it was all she had left
 
-- Linda G. Hatton
 
 

Comments

  1. laurasdylSeptember 25, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    i like it!

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  2. Linda G. HattonSeptember 25, 2012 at 5:44 PM

    Thanks for reading, Laura! :-)

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  3. Linda G. HattonSeptember 25, 2012 at 6:32 PM

    You can also find me at:

    the whatnot shop

    Wordsmith Studio

    Mouse Tales Press

    Thank you! :-)

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  4. S.E.IngrahamSeptember 25, 2012 at 6:48 PM

    Oh wow - bitter and poignant and - just, oh wow

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  5. Lauri MeyersSeptember 26, 2012 at 6:06 AM

    But who is she calling? Mom, friend,boyfriend, old boyfriend? Sometimes the Stanley steamer people will listen to the deepest depths of the situation that has resulted in the need to get your couch cleaned.

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  6. Linda G. HattonSeptember 26, 2012 at 10:40 AM

    Oh my goodness. You guys are too kind! And Lauri, thanks for the chuckle. :-)

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  7. AndreaSeptember 26, 2012 at 11:43 AM

    What an incredible title. And so sad! But yes, it works and thanks.

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  8. Marie ElenaSeptember 26, 2012 at 6:22 PM

    Oh, wow ... powerful, powerful piece, Linda.

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  9. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)September 26, 2012 at 7:59 PM

    Great wet imagery throughout keeps the theme going! :)

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  10. Kasie WhitenerSeptember 27, 2012 at 6:02 AM

    The rental bed and borrowed furniture are such great images of a transient life. She owns nothing. Great stuff, Linda!

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  11. Linda G. HattonSeptember 28, 2012 at 12:04 AM

    Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! It's great to get feedback. Thank you, thank you!!

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  12. Bradford MiddletonSeptember 28, 2012 at 4:24 AM

    Excellent work, agree completly with Kasie, I love the transient life and one day I hope to own nothing but the clothes in which I stand and a laptop to keep all my music and books on. Brilliant, arresting title too!

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  13. Linda G. HattonOctober 1, 2012 at 1:30 AM

    Thank you so much for reading and the nice comments, Bradford.
    :-)

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