battered husbands too exist br a wife kicking his strong feet br slapping his rugged jaw br insulting him in front of his br friends and shouting at br him while talking breakfast br br she collars him and spits br on him, his decency trampled br like a rug at the door br where she cleans her feet br from all dirt where she br stamps on his privacy br br i see him smile through br all these, as though nothing br really matters, nothing br to mind nothing to be br taken seriously br br she was once beautiful br a face he always adore br br something wrong went br somewhere, br she went wild in the br desert of her longings br she fell on the deep abyss br of her mind br she lost her senses br on some unacceptable br pains br she cries in the wilderness br as though her soul br is taken somewhere else br br and here he is br this battered husband br watching him with so br much understanding br br her doctor will be coming br again today br for her injectionsbr br Antonio Liaobr br