By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 16 February 1999

inamorata

a muse meant nothing to you
amusement was tolerated
for the sake of some new pussy

no amount of intelligence got to you
character didn't count
beauty was a bonus

all that registered
was my willingness
to be the bottom left corner
of your love triangle
my chutzpah both charmed and sickened you
with brazen lack of self-respect
I made love to you over the phone
knowing I'd never be her
the gleaming apex
the giggling goddess whose pedestal
I could never topple

advertising myself to you
I inadvertently gave away
what I was trying to sell
and you love bargains
so you didn't object