Mimi-Mona Poetry: Like a Tangled Heap of Human Laundry

©Like a Tangled Heap of Human Laundry

Mimi Wolske

We'd had another fight, something that happened more than less lately

A screaming match in the car, her screaming and crying, me listening

Embarrassing, dreadful moments passing locked apartment doors with the banshee

Knowing the ghosts of people behind them were tired of her mouth running

In the beginning, I tried placating, appeasing, pacifying, making concessions

Wanting nothing more than to assure her that yes, I still loved her

Anything, everything to reconcile our differences, to solace her passions

And in the end, I'd done nothing but temporarily deter any anger

I used to think, so what if she's reckless and unpredictable

That was my attraction to her from the very start; so misguided

Restless, impulsive, but such a wide difference in feelings chasmal

That whatever I said or felt she quickly chided

She'd then leave in a huff, maybe for a night, sometimes days,

Sometimes weeks, and I'd call her friends, text her:

"Baby, come home...I love you...we can work this out," any catchphrase

What ever promise it took, I'd even become a beggar

Promising to get rid of the termites destroying our relationship

Wondering just how the hell I was going to manage that

She'd return, happy, expansive, optimistic, and wanting sex, the flip

Of how she'd departed, she became my own personal hellcat

Suddenly, she was overdosing on pills, slicing body parts with a sharp blade

Hiding in closets, or sleeping in cars, or driving into stationary objects

Reckless and unpredictable, profoundly sad, feeling worthless and afraid

Her thoughts became rejects of defects that infects and dissects

Tonight, when we returned to our three-room living quarters,

I dropped her off still screaming and loudly ranting

Went to the diner alone to search for some answers

When some friends found me, they took an oblique course--canting

Like a contender in a competition, I made an incessant dash home

Oh my god! there she lay like a tangled heap of human laundry

At the bottom of the steps overtaken by her syndrome

And my only actions, thoughts, words once like hers, became bawdry

Mania is a hallmark symptom of manic depression. To be more precise, mania is a cluster of symptoms that are associated with one aspect of manic depression. An episode of mania can quickly spiral out of control, causing a great deal of disruption and mayhem for the individual and his or her loved ones. As such, it is important to be familiar with the warning signs of mania.

That is Tom Wait in the photo but he himself has nothing to do with the poem