I am a Push Over
I am a push-over
a wren wanted to live in my hair
she is a small bird, so I agreed
there is a nest up there now with four eggs
I cannot shower or bend my head
Restaurants will not let me in
My husband has left me for another woman
Small inconveniences
A monkey asks if he can move into my green backpack
I do not use it in the summer, so I nod my head “yes”.
Because I do not want to sound selfish.
And he asked in a polite way.
He brought his friend, the crocodile, Freddy.
Freddy is lounging across the middle of my bed.
“He does not bite,” the monkey assures me.
My friends do not visit any more but they send me their laundry
Because I am a push-over.
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