I came down this morning, wary of you,
hot day and cool shorts and furry legs.
I counted up just how much you are due,
I started my listing, a dozen eggs.
I remembered your jacket, slick as silk,
Pushing my body to the pantry door.
I went back to my task, two quarts of milk,
I felt your soft disgust, “you bleeding whore.”
I crossed out cream, it is too dear for me,
I almost smiled when I wrote half-and-half,
And that’s when I saw we can never be;
Not that you laugh, it is the way you laugh,
You can’t even bother to seem to care.
That will be all. Please do not ring. Sue-Claire.