You told me how you couldn't wait to get out

of here, to go  

to England, where people have common  

sense (or so you said). (Or so  

you think). Jerks

are everywhere, the world is bigger

than you realize now.  

But I'm a housewife with wet

hair, wearing unwashed clothes

and waiting for my napping children  

to wake up.  

Waiting to wake up



London won't make you less

American, but go ahead  

it's worth

the shot.  


Here I am sedentary and weighted

down, tugging the strings of your  

pubescent dreams.  

Maybe I'll go somewhere else too, stop

waiting for the immediate next and look

up again  


AuthorBeth Ables