I’ll be anything you need me to be
Abandon my principles
My values.
There isn’t a thing I’d give up for you
Least of which myself.
The mother of your children
Your wife
Your shadow at a party
A figure in the doorway
The person who makes this whole fucking thing work
Silently resigned
No one thinks about it. The way the lights turn on or the faucet runs.
No one needs to think about me. I only want
You to think about me.
And what I am to you
In relation to you
Because of you
And I’ll sit as still as possible on the surface
The person who makes this whole fucking thing work
Not a wife, a mother, a shadow-
But your wife, mother and shadow.
You may think of these things as womanly.
But a woman has dark hair on her lip
And hair on her groin that bridges over her soft stomach
She eats a cheeseburger in her car
Has vivid dreams that make no sense
She hates certain songs on the radio
Loves picking away at the dead skin on her body
Who I could be is hardly a person.
I am what I am in relation to you
Because of you.
Savanna 