Surrender by Lisette R. Auton

It is not giving up.

That’s what they told me. That’s what they tell me.

It is not curtailing your spirit

your life. Your

dreams

nightmares

need for children

need for sex

drinking

writing

living it is not giving up they say as they shower and put on their makeup and smarten up and walk outside to the taxi to the hot noisy bar to the shagging to the passing out,

to the hangover.

It is not giving up. Just lie there with your feet up.

I washed your dressing gown. Curl up there.

We will be home soon and you will not have moved or lived.