is not with a man
but a woman.
We meet at a smoky bar.
They say she is a notorious drunk,
to test her I order drinks,
she downs it in one swallow.
Her eyes meet mine with contempt.
In this dream she leans forward,
I light her cigarette.
Without breaking her gaze her eyes convey
she doesn’t care what I think.
I order another vodka and prod gently,
Tell us, why do you want to die? Is it soon?
Eyes of fury spit at me.
I am spared by her lover, Sweet Betrayal.
Does he know she is mad?
I reach for her drink and down it.
“Before there are words do you dream?
In utero do you dream?
Who taught you to suck? And how come?
You don’t need to be taught to cry”