Ever After

I’m convinced he would like a quiet wife.

One who would sit on her chair and eat granola and sip carrot juice

wearing a ring on only her wedding finger.


How peaceful to be concerned by nothing more than

juice, dried fruits and nuts, and natural yoghurt!

The mind like a quiet seed in the dark.


How irritating, the small explosion of a green shoot breaking into life.

No. He’d have nothing like that. Just a quiet wife on her chair

eating granola, sipping juice, her lips turning orange.