Husbands

can be awkward.
And if
you’re a
Zaza, you
get to use
up
more than
one. Preferably
not at
the same
time.

Hmm. I’m
not sure
what normal
folks do.
I mean
with husbands.
They seem
quite dangerous
in the
wild.
To be tamed
with care,
good food
and man caves
perhaps?

I’m not
sure, see.
I’ve had one
that I couldn’t
keep.
And the
relief in
that statement
is palpable.
Yet,
I crave
the closeness
of being
someone’s
first choice.
And to have
that
badge of
honour, close
to my heart.

Writing this
is
exceedingly
uncomfortable,
for
in the words
of Cher:
I am
a rich man.
So there is
no need for me
to find
one to marry.

Yet life,
the human
condition,
and connection,
is way
more complicated
than this.
Even if only,
in the darkest
corners of
one’s
own heart.

~Lu