What shall I do about your bad behavior?
Do you suppose I will lie down like
the mats you are used to?
If I were severely brain-damaged,
then, perhaps I could let your bad manners slide.
But I have
shreds of cerebrum left and I find your manners
extremely selfish, of an offensive nature. The conundrum
seems to be that you DO want me, when you want me.
When you are in love with your other mistress;
I am an
abandoned lover, left wanting.There is No two-
way dialogue when you are so obsessed,
I, having been born vindictive, shall not punish.
It is forbidden.
Instead, I shall carry a secret inside of me. Akin to
an undeclared pregnancy about which I shall muse.
I shall not share my secret joy, relinquish my keys.
I possess the true creative force. I am a woman.
Eventually, you will notice that my world has stopped
revolving around you. You will listen to my sighs, hoping
to discover my silence; my dreams calling from the deep.
I am a pauper,
but my arm stretchs into the Third Heaven
pulling down myriad, other-worldly jewels
which drip down my fingers falling to the floor,
perfect from every angle of turning.
You shall go wild with a wide, green-eyed envy.
Perhaps, you shall develop an unattractive facial tic.
Alice Parris
