ironin things out

He said- “after all these years you’d think you’d’ve learned to iron…

Hm? To me, after all these years, Love might have learned to talk in a straight line.

But that’s just me.

I still cant iron for shit- however you can hold me to my word… and those last weeks, oh he held me to my word. After he left me on the side of the road all night I told him “Fine, you want me out- ill go!” and while I tried to find somewhere for the girls and myself… every time I found it hard to get out with three kids in less than a week- he would say, “I’m asking you to keep your word…”

I’m good for my word. I’m gone. Not by the end f July… It took me 3 extra weeks to get to Texas. But we are gone- and he has his life to himself- and maybe her love will iron his shirts for him- and cook his dinners and do his wash and massage his feet and suck his…..

But I’ll be over here where they talk in straight lines- love requires no ironing here. ( unless it might be to iron out the lies.) Perhaps if one talked in straighter lines there’d be less to iron out.

No?