Tag: Marilyn Humbert

By Marilyn Humbert   in the mirror a perfect mother of a daughter well behaved a son flawless as his father chiselled jaw, ice-blue eyes no one sees her rusted imperfections the welds cracked almost unhinged no one hears her silent screams on standby night or day her mind tattered as her breath chain store…

By Marilyn Humbert   not quite the hand on her shoulder between desk and door not quite the hazer loudmouth of innuendos not quite the excuse just joking … not quite sons and daughters believing who to ignore not quite speaking up overhearing whispers not quite redundant restructured out of a job but we too…