Scribbling on the Mead...

i was awestruck at your cleverly-devised wrinkles,
etched with penmanship that had only been so heartily abused within the last 20 years or so.

Nevertheless, your eyes tell me a story—
a sad story—
of pain and suffering in the graveyard hours of the
night shift,
so blatantly emphasized by your whining and crying and complaining that we hear all too often
to just plainly ignore.
Oh, don't you (can't you) see?
COACH bags are much too sumptuous for your frail bones:

arthritis, carpal tunnel, back cists, headaches, side aches, heart aches, sleep deprivation, mind renovation, the MRIs and the therapy...

but you still plead (with a smile!) to shop,
and to smile,
and to assure me that everything is downright FANTASTIC (with a capital "f-a-c-a-d-e").

the clockwork woman,
the clockwork woman.
please don't do this to yourself.