improbable romance 13

Billie

you’re an inflammatory comment
slouched at the lights
waiting to cross the road

face stripped bare
to every car
your legs (god, legs!) arrest me

high school slut
you in a short dress
no socks

do nothing to please me
except what keeps you
occupied

I’ll watch
in the rear mirror, look at you
later

so you’ll endure?
cleave?
cut your losses?

your mother’s obduracy
your father’s
mind

they’re absorbed
in the olive
within you

your father’s other lives
your mother’s
lies

I’ve seen her
push the flesh
into place

when I come
to your
door

like you
she won’t take no
for an answer