Pathological Misgivings

For G

 

Pathological Misgivings

 

Four loops, knotted, leather circle round her wrist

(one for each ...and those she missed)

and she wondered, why not her neck?

aw! there was time. and she felt it slipping --

(she'd done it a time or two, in cars, with boys)

who'd lie next to her, to her eyes

pathological misgivings born to sunrise

she knew better than to fall in love twice

(the gluttony clinging to his bare a*s was too much to take)

who eats that much anyway?

she remembered now in fantasy

the way she'd looked beyond his greed

(there was something about a man in black)

but now would chuckle at his bequest --

she'd become too big for Volvos

and preferred a king-sized bed

where waves of oceans would rock her a*s

and something new believe

he lied to her, for her, on her

she knew it, and could breathe.