Polygamy
I want to leave my man.
I’m one of fifty wives.
I don’t know if I can.
We have complicated lives.
I’ve never been outside the compound,
to that place beyond the cleft.
Do I even have common ground
with the people who have already left?
I’ve never been in Normal Land.
I have a lot to learn.
I wish someone would take my hand.
Because I feel it’s my turn.
My husband is abusive.
I share him with forty-nine others.
Our sex life is intrusive.
Besides that, we’re all mothers.
I have a load of children here.
Will I have to leave any?
Each one I hold very dear,
though I have many.
I’ve made my decision.
I’m leaving tomorrow.
My plan lacks precision
and I’m distracted by sorrow.
But get out I plan to.
Get out I will do.
I just wish I had someone I could have ran to.
One is lonely, unlike two.
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