Slinky

Don't lash your eyes
at me, girl.
Voice dropping softly
like silk,
you caress his words
as he spreads his feathers
out like a kite in
a warm summer
breeze.
Your lip sticked adoration
is lapped up like a dog
by his fat ears,
aching for more.

I want to vomit
at the scene.

Turn the knob
and your direction
disgusted with yourself.
you seek my approval
like wet toilet paper
on my oily hands.
I say yes-
just dry up
and face out and away
from the past.
You so easily slip behind
like a slinky
you get tangled
in yourself.
You ask me or God
to untwist you
again.
I cannot promise
you will bounce back.

5-11-93