By Misti Velvet Rainwater   
Date: 3 September 1998

Eel

You slip away like an eel
  leaving me irrelevant
  my feelings soup
 on the stove
   boiling
   salty
but you've already eaten

  beaten at my own game
    I sulk
 and pout
 beckon the demons out
   with whiskey
   dance myself
into oblivion
  kiss strangers
because they
  smell good enough
 to tide me over

 the phone rings
 my heart dives
    into
my stomach
 slippery as ever
 you lure me
  into your abyss