He can't leave work; I let it go.
He buys me golden chains. My life
is fine. I have the house. I know
he can't leave work; I let it go.
I sit through one more TV show,
forget to eat. He's with his wife;
he can't leave. Work? I let it go.
He buys me. Gold enchains my life.
British born Anna Evans now resides in New Jersey where she is raising two daughters, a dog and a hamster. She has been rejected by numerous online and small literary journals and even accepted by a few, including The Formalist, The Lyric, Raintown Review, The Evansville Review, The Edge City Review and Exit 13. She occasionally dreams in Iambic Pentameter.
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