1968 by HilLesha O’Nan


It is 1968
Tammy Wynette is somewhere crooning -
on the jukebox
"Stand by your man"
I stood by man
and all I got was a fat lip
and a broken jaw
I served him his bacon and eggs
for one last time in a frying pan -
to the back of the head! one morning.

I stood by him
and watched as he fell
into an endless slumber.
Like most fairytales,
mine comes with a happy ending.

My chariot awaits at last -
to whisk me off to my own
6x8 fortress at the IWP.
When the clock strikes 12,
I'll be standing by my man
through heaven or hell.

Bio: HilLesha O’Nan is a blogger, writer, photographer & marketer. She is co-editor/founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art. She runs the blog tothemotherhood.com for over 15 years

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