Eat Your Heart Out

 I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it.
 I'm not kidding, it's
over.
 this is it.

I sit on the couch watching her arrange
her long red hair before my bedroom
mirror.

she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.

we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.

she gets up.

this is it, she says,
this will do.
 well,
I'm going.

I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says,
I want you to buy me
some high-heeled shoes
with tall thin spikes,
black high-heeled shoes.

no, I want them
red.

I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsettas drip in the sun
I close the door.

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