Friday, April 14, 2006
"She"
How does one feel, knowing that you're every bit just as fair but simply not as loved?
What if you are the one chosen out of obligation, the one passed over for the new flavor, the one who just doesn't retain favor...
Like
Leah. Who says:
"Oh look at me! I'm stronger. I've borne you sons.
Look at our son! Look at how Reuben is walking. Look at how my sons tend to your flocks...
Look! Look. Look..."
She says.
She pleads.
But even as he looks, his gaze lingers on the frailer, the younger, the favorite.
And how do you react?
Hell has no fury, they say, like a woman scorned. Do you retaliate? Do you get angry? Or do you turn around and lash at them, like a beast? Snarling and gnashing from the wound inflicted to your chest...
And would this anger take on an anarchic, nihilistic streak? Scoffing at what is denied you, spitting on that which you want... Macabre humor at the burlesque? At you?
And now I can understand why people say: you can cheat on me, but just don't let me know. Because really, what can you do even when you know?
So I smile.
I act like I don't know.
I don't think about it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words?
Words break my heart.
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