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Hubby complains, please do not make
a sound when people pass by, you do
not sound right; I sigh, I have finished
my books, read all I brought
Only hubby’s magazines - which do not
interest me - are left, I must remain re-
served, focus on something else, not
give my stupid rendition of small talk
Not refer to books and other subjects, I
must listen to what the others say and
nod my head – all I hope is that soon
I can go to bed, I accept his censure
Having grown up with ridiculous people,
I must be terribly ridiculous myself, if you
saw the film called “Stella Dallas” – look
it up on the Internet – you will know
How embarrassing lack of context can
be, when hubby points out to me all I
say is inappropriate, I have to accept
my past is asserting itself
I am not yet ready to meet other people, I
still turn into a hunchback, the little alien
in my head still cannot assume dignity –
I need a burka – at least
My sunglasses and wide-rimmed sun-
hat protects like a burka – luckily, I
believe consciousness goes on after
death, in another dimension
In another universe where I might be
able to shed my ridiculous aspect, I am
scared of being me, emulating my
pretentious, clownish relations
Hubby’s constant criticism is the only
thing that stands between me and total
perdition, I see his rebukes as my
salvation, hoping I shall
Bleed to death, to start anew where the
taint of snobbish pretention and ridicule
will not keep me fettered forever, until
then I accept being a second-class
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