The Poem of Her Life
The slamming door rattled the tin walls of the trailer.
She said she didn’t care, and she didn’t. She curled
in her mama’s rocker while the moments fluttered
by, and her galloping heart settled. A curl twisted round
her fingertip, and she couldn’t resist the thought
that, if it were true, the world was hers. The preys’
instinct gave her patience, and whispered the logic
that a predator lingers to pounce unexpectedly. At
the buzz of moth wings on the window, she knew,
it wasn’t on a whim. The silence and solitude was a
gift for her lover. He waited as she prepared. Their
passion would finally be consummated. She shivered
as she grabbed her shawl and ran to meet the
poem of her life by the river.