Karen's favorite poetry

"

The man talks
the woman listens

The man is a teapot
with a dark green brew
of troubles.

He pours into the woman.
She carries his sorrows away
sloshing in her belly.

The man swings off lighter.
Sympathy quickens him.
He watches woman pass.
He whistles.

The woman lumbers away.
Inside, his troubles are
snaking up through her throat.
Her body curls delicately
about them, worrying, nudging
them into some new meaningful shape
squatting now at the center of her life.

How much lighter I feel,
the man says, ready
for business.

How heavy I feel, the woman
Says; this must be love.

"

The Meaningful Exchange
Marge Piercy (via monarchfly)

(Source: emonarch10)