You took what you wanted.
Let it sit until it stank – careful,
your wabi-sabi ways are showing.
Selfish, undivided, your desire was singular.
Me wanting not wanting, you wanting and wanting.
I wouldn't wait, no virgin Mary I, thumb-twiddling, waiting.
You can have your greasy take-out,
while elsewhere I take out the trash,
hear the sea roar - her anger thrashing, crashing,
mine, a message bottled, washes up on farther shore.
Someone else can read the missive, furious and fast.
I lay a hook off the seawall and wait for the tug,
no fish, even Jesus may have failed here, instead I pull in
eel after eel, electric and fascinating; Careful they shock.
The seizures the seizures, Love, I am on the fritz
yet prescient to the last, I see it at the bottom of my cup
as the leaves clump and fall.
As they spell out our history.
Love, I see only trouble.