High Cost Blues
You know you're lost when you buy his ex-wife's parfum,
graze yourself lightly under your dress.
You're resorting to trickery and ruse, slipping his name
into random sentences with office staff.
You graze your inner thigh with scent,
drop his name as if it held no weight,
slip it into random sentences with staff,
hope they don't notice you're reddening.
Drop his name as if it held no weight,
no pin, no ammo. Basho would not
have okayed this flash and boom.
Silk, velvet, perfume--why so rough?
You know you're resorting to trickery, to ruse,
you're lost, swathed in J'adore! His ex-flame's.
Causes Marilyn Kallet Supports
Southern Poverty Law Center, US Holocaust Memorial Museum, ACLU, Amnesty International, Save Darfur.