A New Record

I warned you.

My mind holds a black-furred bitch
and a crazy lady in a hospital gown.

What sort of answer were you expecting?
Can anything cheery come out of that place?

They both love you, as I love you.
Tragically and hopelessly
and never enough to deserve you.

That part is not in question.

But with a wolf and a lunatic,
how long do you think their faith
can last?

How long can you expect them
to pretend that they are other than
they are:

jealous,
sick with worry,
exhausted with the effort of
keeping up appearances.

You were warned.

Women are strange creatures,
and I do not blame you for being
horror-struck at what goes on
behind my green eyes.

I just wish I could have kept you till Monday.