The Mistress Speaks / August 2008
She has seen me.
I stop his
arm from swinging
as he walks in summer
on Cape Ann.
I push his hope of love-
Oh, he feels good.
But she sees me stiffen
him and then
she and he might have been
for each other, they are about to be
He does not say aloud what I whisper
in his ear Par kin son’s rather
Rotator cuff is bothering me.
My possession. They cannot know
that when he inhaled the insect-
i-cide thirty years earlier, I’d now be
his. I am the best kept secret.
Until she sees me. No one
is crawling on their knees just yet.
It will be months before I bring them down.
Photo by Kyle McEvoy on Unsplash
Reprinted with permission of the author.
Previously published in The Mistress, 2016, 3: A Taos Press