I am the pearl that your oyster spat out.
I am the scramsax plunged into your belly.
The smocking on your collar, I mock your demeanor.
I’m mean, then meaner. I mean what I say.
I am the woman that you threw away.

I’m the thin ice on the lake that you walk on.
You walk on. I call you. There isn’t an answer.
I am the canker that grows into cancer.
I am the acres of land lost to vandals.
I am the woman that you couldn’t handle.

I am a bracelet of terrible feelings.
I am the dead point of grandfather’s pendulum.
I am the doldrums your sailors must hazard.
I am the razor that murders you, Darlin’.
I am the woman not begging your pardon.

I am the full moon that tempts you to emptiness.
I’m the attempt of the noon sun to lull you.
I am the tawny owl gnawing her talons.
My talents are wanton. But I wanted you.
I am the woman that you cut loose.