The Other Woman s Point of View
I ve never loved anyone more than I love you, he said,
which meant what, exactly? Perhaps he d never loved
anyone less, either. He could not help
lying--to make people feel better.
Yet he made everyone feel worse
with his young-old-man s grimness, and sagging mouth.
He laughed inanely,
wore ties he liked to call " dangerous,"
endangering his thin neck.
He d say, You make me so very happy,
with such mournful and tear-stained
eyes, she prayed she prayed she never would see him sad.
After making love he d sob, then pretend
he d only lost his breath. Be safe, won t you?
I won t, she said, I ll run with scissors in my hands,
I ll go outside with a wet head. He never got the jokes.
She too was melancholy.
He seemed to think they should nail up public notices of guilt.
He didn t want to disappoint his mother, or his friends
or his first girlfriend, who was the only woman
who had agreed to marry him. He d begged her
to love him, so she had left her old life
of misery behind, and began a brand-new one with him,
which they perfected over time. She d bought him
a lovely onyx and silver ring
which he wore even when he was furious
--which is to say
he never took it off
even when galloping over her.
LIZ ROSENBERG [:#] |
住戶編號:1970123
檢舉原因
心情: 
