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'You've got PMT' he says

'Permanent Major Tension'

His lazy eyes appraising me

'Yes I've got PMT' I say

'Post Marriage Trauma'.



My fingers pulling at the circle around my finger

Tracing the contours of the design

His glaring eyes

Begin to linger.



Warm freshly baked croissants sit on the table

Like down turned smiles

Sweet orange juice trickles from the corner of my mouth

Amusing conversation sounding stilted,A fairy tale fable.



'Off to work'He picks up briefcase and mobile phone

'Not again' Escapes unbidden from my lips

Sounding just like a desolate moan

'Gotta run hun,'(desperate) 'I'm in the zone'



Boardroom meetings,boring litigation,

figures to juggle,none that require penetration

The only figure he doesn't have time to sample

Is the hour glass one,draped in white linen



Once again fiddling with her wedding ring.



Society today demands perfection

We have to be wife, mother, lover

Sometimes all we want to do,

is run for cover



They mask this need as P M T

and throw chocolate at our breed

How many meanings can you derive for me

I'm shipwrecked in a subburban sea.



Chewing my nails,I'm once again

That bad girl sporting a pony tale.