she called me
she called me baby,
lover, jane, sweet t
with a joint in one
hand grace in the
other she whispered
cavalier fairy tales
into my longing ears.
she caught me tongue
tied, rapt, starry eyed,
with a pen in one hand,
glory in the other, i ate
her sickly angel food
while she painted on
me indelible lines.
she called me the fuel
for her fire but with a
knife in one hand and
my heart in the other,
she drank my love and
sang her misplaced blues
over my lifeless body.
she called me baby,
lover, jane, sweet t,
but i don’t call her
anymore.
