04-20-2018, 11:46 AM
Diabolic
She is tense,
fighting back surges of lust
for that man on the computer,
who never forgets details like her favorite flower,
so unlike her husband.
The chicken is ready,
her secret ingredient rat poison.
Nervousness makes her afraid
to insert her hand into the oven,
prematurely, without regard
to the colour of the juices that fill the roaster.
Suddenly, she remembers their first kiss,
in his parents' Mercedes,
the diamonds on their fifth anniversary,
the second honeymoon once a year.
Her heart jumps like a suicide leaps from a bridge
as he takes his first bite.
Her wedding ring already pawned.
She is tense,
fighting back surges of lust
for that man on the computer,
who never forgets details like her favorite flower,
so unlike her husband.
The chicken is ready,
her secret ingredient rat poison.
Nervousness makes her afraid
to insert her hand into the oven,
prematurely, without regard
to the colour of the juices that fill the roaster.
Suddenly, she remembers their first kiss,
in his parents' Mercedes,
the diamonds on their fifth anniversary,
the second honeymoon once a year.
Her heart jumps like a suicide leaps from a bridge
as he takes his first bite.
Her wedding ring already pawned.
Time is the best editor.