WAITING FOR MY PLANE

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I am waiting for my plane
to pick me up and take me
out of here. If anyone
should be in a psych unit,
it is my husband, not me.
I am tired of him trying
to control me. He should mind
his own business. The first thing
I am going to do when
I go home is take all my
things and file for divorce. I
will get on a plane and go
to Florida or Egypt.
I will go anywhere my
husband cannot find me. I
had my share of breakdowns when
I lived with him. I need to
be alone for a change. I
want to end my marriage.