By Misti V. Rainwater
Date: 25 September 1999

he tells me kindly that i suck

  don't stimulate me
    anymore
  you are boring to those you love
       who don't love you
           back
     don't cheer me up
        don't fire me up
   can't be a cheerleader
    to a golfer
    [golfing is a serious sport, damn it]
    [much concentration is required]
     he's polite enough
   he hates me in a civil kind of way
       he's Ashley Wilkes to my Scarlett
            Rhett Butler to my Belle
     he would love to take me in the mud like an animal
            or visit my bordello
             and leave his handerkerchief
               on my pillow
   but lust is transient and forgettable
               he'll never be haunted by my face
   it's all about erotic politics
         the dance of desire
       the charades that accompany blind lust
     on the death ride to ambivalence