Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

wives tales

the women in my family would let their men set them on fire and apologize for the ash they got on the floor. 

The women in my family married time bombs, wrapped their bodies around grenades and thought they could stop them from exploding if they just held tightly enough. 

The women work to spin tales around their husbands transgressions, renaming them mistakes and he always comes out of it the hero.

When they cut their hands on his broken pottery heart they chastise themselves for not being soft enough rather than his reckless sharpness. 

I've seen too many women bleed on the floor while pouring their husbands another drink.