(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Eat Your Heart Out

I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
her long red hair before my bedroom
mirror.
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says,
this will do. well,
I'm going.
I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says,
I want you to buy me
some high-heeled shoes
with tall thin spikes,
black high-heeled shoes.
no, I want them
red.
I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsettas drip in the sun
I close the door.

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Comments (17)

It's hard to describe this poem - dramatic? Kind of reminded me of Robert Browning's Porphyria's Lover - the famous dramatic monologue!
I want you to buy me some high-heeled shoes with tall thin spikes, black high-heeled shoes. no, I want them red... very fine poem. tony
'I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees She walks all right...' You killed it, your expressions leaves a lasting impression.
Nice poem. Enjoyed the finish. Thanks.
A great poem with splendid images.
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