MOTHERHOOD IN STREETCAR AND REV ROAD

It looks to me like you’ve been swindled, baby, and when you’re

swindled under the Napoleonic code, i’m swindled too

Stanley doesn;t give me a regular allowance

he likes to pay bills himself

I can hardly stand it

when he is away for a night

Stanley gives a loud whack

of his hand on her thigh

they speak quietly and lovingly to him and

he leans his face on one of their shoulders

with heaven

splitting silence

they came together with

low, animal moans

blind with

tenderness

There’s nothing to be scared of.

They’re crazy about each other

Why Eunice,

I want my lovin

I thought he had a sort

of sensitive look

There was something different about the boy

a nervousness, a softness and tenderness

All at once and

much, much too completely

You need somebody

and I need somebody too

We never should’ve le you get mixed

up in the damn thing

Just because you’ve got me

safely in a trap you think you-

You really do have

a very gifted wife

urged them harder and deeper into each others weakest points,

showing them cunning ways around each others strongholds and quick chnaces to switch tactics, feint and strike again

Just until my husband finds the

kind of work he really wants to do

Why couldn’t April realize how simple and

necessary it was too love

When his throat had gone sore and his eyes hot from talking, when he hunched his shoulders and set his jaw

and pulled his necktie loose and let it hand like a rope, he could glare at the window and see the brave new beginnings of a personage

Why do you always undervalue yourself?

I think it proves you’re the kind of person who can excel at anything when you want to, or when you have to

But in the meantime, is there anything so terrible

about accepting their recognition?

so that she might never see his face

lying swollen and helpless in sleep

he would feel a vertain distate with himslef for having to resort to such methods

and very obscurely with her as well, for being do easily swayed by them

And I think the main thing was simply a case of feeling that my-

well that my masculinity’d been threatened somehow by all that abortion business

I hardly remember Mary, or the others inbetween

and I always hated Claire

Important for a woman constantly

veering towards the brink of divorce

(work) was the substace of her love

it was all that fortified her against the pressures of marriage

It was a room that might’ve been dreamed

by a little girl alone with her dolls

Because god damn it,

she was alive, wasn’t she?