She got up
“It’s not working.”
I laid there
in naked humiliation
and she left,
taking with her
of my life
and her vibrator.
[Posted for MamaZen's challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2013/05/words-count-with-mama-zen.html]
you caught me with the last line...broke the feeling for me...i was feeling the loss..and then had a rather ironic laugh...smiles.ReplyDelete
Thanks, from the documentary files... June 1987.ReplyDelete
Well, I never! Thanks.Delete
Brudda mine, if she needed a vibrator, you're better off without her anyway! It's all about the patience and trust in your lover. This one, I can tell it's for Mama Zen (she brings out the latent brevity in me, too!) is also so honest... brutally. Thanks for sharing. Your sistah, AmelehReplyDelete
Hey, I'll admit I'm not the best lover, but it was difficult to compete. Besides, we'd run out of gas a long time before this.Delete
This is brilliant and the tightly is perfectReplyDelete
Thanks! I appreciate your note.Delete
Haha! Life's a bitch...ReplyDelete
I like the way the title becomes the first word of the poem.
Ha! I never noticed that before. For those of you reading my poememoir, this woman's name was Darra.Delete
my son stopped playing to look at me because i was laughing so hard. this is wicked funny, but what a heifer!ReplyDelete
Thank you - laughter is a wonderful response - it is usually unforced. That's no way to denigrate heifers.Delete
Yeah, naked doesn't help under circumstances like that, does it?ReplyDelete
Naked's pretty damned vulnerable, you're right.Delete
OK, I just did a spit take with my Pepsi! I hope she and her vibrator are happy! Tough to compete with some of those babies!ReplyDelete
BTW, I loved your comment about my 1984 poem. I guess you never realized that I was obsessed with you. Too subtle?
Yay! Spit take! Yes, you ladies have a ton of choices in the vibrator department. Men, we have our hands and the oddly shaped blow up doll.Delete
(Sidebar: Here's the best joke I ever wrote when I was trying to be a stand-up comic:
I was in an adult bookstore doing some comparison shopping, and I saw that on the side of the box of a blow-up love doll it said "Weight limit: 300 Lbs." I will have hit rock bottom if I ever have to go on a diet to buy a blow up love doll."
We'll always have 1984- ;) Mosk
OMG! Love this ........ three years? A lifetime I think.ReplyDelete
Thanks, it feels like a lifetime ago.Delete
This points up the difference between women and men. We can be so patient, imaginative, and resourceful in the oft time consuming process of getting her "there," but let that member in good standing malfunction one time, and they are outta there in huff, with some prickly comments to boot.ReplyDelete
In her defense, she was very understanding when I would prematurely ejaculate twice in a row. :\Delete
Last line surprised me, too, but seems utterly fitting.ReplyDelete
I suppose her leaving was a blessing in disguise.
No disguise at all - it was a blessing all ways around. Nice to know years down the road she referred to me as the "love of her life."Delete
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! Thanks poet friend, for sharing these memoirs via poetry!ReplyDelete
Thanks, I laughed mostly - now I was free to disappoint other women!Delete
This made me laugh, Mosk. Hope you don't mind.ReplyDelete
And....shit indeed happens.
Please, a laugh is a great return on investment.Delete
i hate when that happens! *wink*ReplyDelete
(don't let the door smack ya on the ass on the way out, lady.)
Sam Kinison had a bit where writes to Dr. Ruth saying "Thanks to you, Dr. Ruth, my wife's now f*cking the lawn mower."Delete
This is the best! Perfect!ReplyDelete
Such praise from the holder of the Tiara of Terse is gold indeed.Delete
I love this...and totally feel your pain.ReplyDelete
No kidding, you had blue balls too? :)Delete
Women may not get blue balls, but trust me frustration like that can be painful to us, too.;)Delete