As I see it now, our future was foreclosed as a depression
how his dark eyes woke my appetite, led me
to weave gold into straw, to label that straw,
love, while I learned
to praise the stones in some basement room.
I adore you, he declared each time,
then swore he was grinding out a better life for us, but he lied
when he told our story, said I would do anything for
Well sure I spun, could you say no? Blue-blooded, he had everything
a girl could want, so—yes,
I would. And yes was what
he whispered when he sat me at the wheel. How wild that
little man turned me when he called me sweet baby,
I sweated all night in the cellar, pretending to give in until
I sent him flying with his own true name. I tell the
my way now he’s gone. But I’m on guard whatever comes along.