Virile shmuck
and ignorant fool,
you think my life is built on sand,
made of a house of cards!
All you can see is the top of the iceberg.
I am made of many lives.
I tower above
from below.
Ignorance of your own power
is toxic
to the air you breathe--
me.
Clinging to my leg
with your arms wrapped around
something long and hard
reminds me of when you were a girl.

I would like to discontinue
my anger, shock, and trauma
(throw it all back in the ocean),
but you long for me to give you
a third chance
before I have given you a second
of my emotional attachment.

Twist and shout at me
and show me the fairest of them all.
I looked in the looking glass
and saw you,
your supple skin, your innocence, your naivete, your idealism.
Only pragmatists should make the big decisions. Should I return your tiara?

12/14/2017

Author's Note: Written in December 2012

Posted on 12/14/2017
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