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Posted on August 28, 2010 at 1:48 PM

Let it be me,

She said, let it

Be me, but it

Was always some


One else, always

Some other and

That carried on

Right through, even


In her half rushed

And after that,

Quickly dissolved

Marriage, and the


Sick babies that

Never came or

If they did they

Never lasted


More than a few

Hours or days

And he’d say, you

Just ain’t woman


Enough, ain’t got

What it takes to

Hold a brat on

To the darn end


Without you spew

It, and even

When he’d gone and

She thought the big


Chance might come, that

Mr Right and

Mr Good would

Come along and


Sweep her off her

Feet, but none came,

None arrived; just

Her and the cat


And the handed

Down records of

Johnny Cash and

Jim Reeves and all


The bad luck and

That one after

Another cold

Loveless embrace


And useless fuck.

Let it be some

Other, she said,

God let it be


Anyone else

But me, and let

Me sleep and hug

My cat and play


The handed down

Records of Jim

Reeves and Johnny

Cash and heal my


Facial spots and

Pubic rash and

Let me be in

No one’s dream or


Lust, having faith

In no one, but

You my lone God,

She said, I trust.



Categories: Poetry & Lyric, Terry Collett

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