By Just Some Girl
Date: 30 April 2001
New Girlfriend
When I met you, she was but a prop,
a wooden shaft holding you before
your audience.
For one moment, I thought we'd
been cut from the same
toile de Jouy of wet silk, but all
you've shown is an
act of kindness born from the lack of
poverty in youth: a chaste
refusal to yield the passion
I see behind the
moist layers of your eyes.
Crawling past the seat next to you,
I see scattered all around those perceptions
of me you once cradled in the cup between
arm and bosom.
Forever, it seems, I've watched you
dodge her avalanche
sweeping past, barely sparing
your life,
feeding the fight that she started.
I'd have been special to you,
in ages past, before
universal education gave the chlorine bleach
pallor to my humor and spirit.
Competing with the others
for your disdain, I
lie in wait for
a moment of transient affection
to flit across your face
and find me.
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