Muscle Poems

Willa is always quick to tell you what to do after a death in the family, or a minor problem that has to become major, to teach you, give you some good advice, as soon as she don’t know you. If you’re being friends with a man, for instance, she is seldom going to allow you, telling you how wrong that is. Willa, why? Guess what happens when you don’t approve. People lie but still have fun. She loves you and does not allow you to be you.

Maybe it’s Willa’s loss in life, the lack of sleeping because of everybody else. She understands things pedantically. Her family members are as dry as sticks.

Willa won’t accuse for nothing. What for? Where and who is there available to expel and heal your rage, woman? You skipped yourself. Responsibility, tiring, if you think it relies on the other person. Exhausting, to know what to do all the time. And to do it, anyway. I’m sorry but people’s secrets think fun and play is the way to live the good life at this point, sweet Willa. Don’t they know yours is the only way to live life.

“Yes, and you can’t force it, my sweetie.” Willa could slap the best insult words. She really has to defend her incorrectness because infidelity came from the Puritans.

Intensity is ALL the way through for Willa.