His Palms are Open

His palms are open…

For new things.

Purchases with his money…

Claims that he needs them…


I smile for support.

What more could I do?

I have nothing to afford.

That is his due.


I asked for something…

My long expired necessity

It’s my due, too.

I worked and stayed and kept his home.


But his palms have closed shut.

There is nothing I deserve.

I ventured to let it all pass…

Gathered dried clothes

before they accumulate dust.


What do I deserve?

Nothing, it seems.

I’m only one to watch

TV stars wasting much.

Part of Project Wife’s TearsQuotes_Creator_20170418_120201

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