October 13, 1996

Where's my husband this night's early morning?
Why is there no smell of him in our bed?
How has he not come caress the child I
carry and sleep with us this whole night long?
The fear, stronger than my sorrow, sets in.
Deep down I know his love for us and yet
I can't comprehend this passion of his;
this obsession with others which fills the nights.
I know where his fingers roam firm in their
absence from my pillow wet with my tears.
He's had such strange affairs before this time
and it takes its toll on him and our home.
What is this one's name my husband and how
shall you train her to perform your commands
while I lay here and our children grow up?
What is her name, this whore you give life to?
Is it equally biblical sounding
as the first one; the mistress Toshiba?

Mistress
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