A Suitable Girl


For when you think I’m too old
To love and to have and to hold
Your Dorian laughs in his frame
As cracks appear across his face

For when you tell me I should cook
And not be reading so many books
Your kitchen sink mocks you
When everyday your dinner gets brutally bruised

For when you chide me for being too loud
And ask me to hold my tongue in a crowd
You know not how your friends oblige
By laughing when you really make them cry

For when you wonder if I’d be a good trophy
Me, with my innate lack of propriety
Your workplace thanks heavens
When you step away from matters of importance

For when you check if I’m “suitable”
If I’m a good enough “marriage material”
Alas! You are not able to see
You are not good enough for me!


A suitable girl: part 1

Meet Your average Jane, only she is not that average, she might be a bit of a recluse. Also, a little bit of a general freak of nature but those are just terms of endearments she calls herself. She works at a big shot job and is, by most people at work, called a little too loud in her dressing. No she is not a, hmm what’s the corporate word for it, “slut”, she doesn’t go about suggestively in the office at random men. Instead, she just dresses loudly and immerses herself in her job and sometimes tends to forget that people around her are humans and might find her even remotely good looking.

She has the same dreams, that average Jane, as every other Jane in the book. She looks for attention in the most mundane places, she hates it when before leaving for work her hair has this one strand sticking out, gosh, how did the parlor guys do it! She has a story in her head, the one she saw the night before, the one where across the street two eyes met and there was love at first sight (They should really stop making those movies.)

A phone call breaks her morning reverie, “Beta, new profile! I shall send you the link!” Her eyes dart towards her smart phone (which she knows nothing about) scrolls through to her email and finds, to her disappointment, yet another guy who looks like an average Joe and she wonders do all average Janes marry average Joes or do they in fact find some semblance of passion in this world. But no, not an average Jane, remember? She thinks back at the few hearts she has broken in the past and of the few men who have tried to break that shell around her heart.

She opens her Facebook account, looks for the average Joe and sees: interests: travelling; Why? Because he likes to meet new people! Who in the world would like people, she wonders! Other interests? Movies, don’t understand how movies can be a hobby either.

“Does that person understand passion like you do?” her best friend asks. And the average Jane wonders, “Ok. What passion?”.

She opens the thoughts to a notebook and thinks to herself. Is she worth anything? What are we all worth really? A profile on a million sites? When did life come down to a Google search. She opens her smart phone, touches it in many places and viola. It’s now something to share with an empty world full of cliches.