She was a nightmare Once set naked flame
to her boy-friend’s mustache and said to Dick
‘You’re being boring’. Drunkenly would blame
Lovers for all her problems, then be sick.
Would say the most outrageous snobbish things –
‘Provincial little nobody’ – although
she was a socialist. Would grind her rings
against your wrist bones; and of course would blow
Smoke in your eyes. She was in love with pain
yet sneered at S&M – ‘suburban sin
for lazy people’. She’d stand in the rain
if sad, or scream aloud. You couldn’t win
Or tell from one day to the next just which
you’d get, the sad wit, or the evil bitch.