Some days I don’t need a husband
I need scaffolding.
So I can tend to the broken,
the busted windows
the cracking paint,
the guttering that doesn’t drain
when the rain comes in
and all the sediment
circling the drain
but never quite clearing.
Some days I need that from you,
and nothing more.
Carol J Forrester 
Harsh words, but tough love. At some point romance is trumped by a clogged toilet for sure.
This is heartwrenchingly beautiful! ❤️
Thank you.
I know the feeling, Carol!
Thank you Kim. I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one.
Hah. I wrote about this:
You were just a placeholder,
building resentment
because our lives were filled with boring stuff
like fixing doors
and changing light bulbs.
Oh, this I like.
I’m lucky. I have a husband with scaffolding 🙂
Very lucky. I often find I don’t need things fixing for me, I just need to time and space to fix them myself.
time, space and useful You Tube video.
This is a wonderful and surprising conceit, nicely done!
Thank you.
Ha! Some days, this is so true. Well done!
Thank you. We all need a little extra support some days.
So true! I really like the realism of this!
Thank you. I think honesty can create some of the most powerful poetry.
Right on!
Haha, thank you Nan. Glad you agree.
This was a captivating read Carol. Thank you for sharing it for OLN,
Thank you for the lovely comment.
LOVE the title juxtaposed with the first two lines: I think some days I don’t need a husband, I need scaffolding. So much in those words…..what is broken….are those gutters and sediment metaphors for the sins, the roadblocks and problems…perhaps broken trusts?
Perhaps, and they don’t even have to just be from that relationship. Repairs can take a long time and finding the support to help you through it can be tricky.
I just had a feeling that someone would be channeling Dorothy Parker soon, her ghost has been slipping around disarmingly around my brain for a little while. I think she found you, because she couldn’t get me to listen. Oh well…, lucky for you.
Really, this is great, a tender mix of humor when read directly, and when all the stuff needing fixing read as metaphor, emotionally wrenching. Nice Job Ms Carol Dorothy J Parker Forrester. 😉