Yvette
what we like in her
is her naivete
she snobs you
when you are not needed
yet all smiles when
she has a request
brought in the strictest
principle of utilitarianism
sometimes you feel
that you are nothing but
a used
or second-hand thing,
after she
drops you like that hot potato
her fingers
fold
today i meet
and i am ready for once
to slay this monster
with all my own fire.
i will burn
and vanish her forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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