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The Thorn Merchant's Mistress I was on my high horse then. I wore red with ease & I knew how to walk. There were men undressing me everywhere I went, & women wishing themselves in my place, a swan unfractured by August. I was still a girl. If they wanted culture, I said Vivaldi & Plato's Cave. If they wanted the streets, I said Fuck you. I knew how to plead, Wait, Wait, till I caught the eye of some deus ex machina. I was in a deep dance pulling the hidden strings of nude shadows. But when his car drove by my heart caught like a fat moth in spider web. Goddamn! I didn't know how to say No. |
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