I should be a better lover
and be a little thinner.
I should work a little harder,
but be home to cook your dinner.
I should grow some little people;
continue the cycle of life.
I should create a perfect home
as your loyal, dutiful wife.
I should always be well groomed;
no stray hairs or comfy shoes.
I should yield to your attention
despite the stench of booze.
I should never stop to dream
of actions without pardon;
of hitting you over the head
and burying you in the garden.
Born in Liverpool, Bee Lewis now lives in East Sussex, on the south coast, with her husband and their Irish Setter. She is working on her first novel and is currently studying for her Creative Writing MA with Manchester Metropolitan University. Bee has a number of publishing credits, including a short story, The Iron Men, in Best British Short Stories 2015, published by Salt. She compares writing poetry to solving Sudoku – fiendish, and something best left to other, cleverer people.
3 thoughts on “Daydreaming by Bee Lewis”
Oscar Windsor-Smith says
Great stuff, Bee. Right up my street. Lovely. You must be a more polite and slightly less unhinged member of the school of Andy Mann (19th May 😉 ) xx
Actual Lol alert…