The Workings of a Wretched Mind.

A Stateside Marriage

I often wonder about you

In my dreams

Yesterday you were my wife

Polka dot dress, tight brown curls

I was the conventional 

American husband, deep throated 

Yankee drawl, grey and black 

Suits - pressed for work

You were my pin up girl

My Barbie doll

Silky skin, virgin lips

Trusting, charming eyes.

I won you with my Kennedy 

Smile

You caught me hard as that sunny day in

Dallas