imagine now she grabs the weight, pumps and puffs
on a cigarette, feels the muscle burn. on her bed
an old photo of when she was 38, worker bee'd fat
fatuous fake smile behind glasses tries to hide  the distance

from the baby boy on her knee and in her daughter's eyes
she wants to find someone now who'll keep from her that again
the giving mom, the sacrifice, the fatted calf and then the knife.
she wants to find a different life.

is that you, she wonders, as she looks into the man
across from her at dinner, his card and hat in hand
i do make an awesome mate, refernces i cite
are all my exes who would entreat  you   do her right.

even her ex husband would say   after the pain.
she never wronged him , always fair
and she did try a lot of years to stop the marriage failure.
but when she falls from love, she never fucks you again.

 a wise man understands  her
thoughts, the wise man does
the choosing, for if by her
you're caught
all the world is oozing,
like an acid trip of sex she snares
then demands your heart
but she's completely fair for she gives
hers at the start. the secret
to the way she fucks is all of this, in part
the wise man understands
that   mystery keeps the start
restart the wise man understands.
this, the wise man wants her heart.