Things I did while you were in Mexico
I sat on the porch reading books
about war while you were in Mexico
with your concubine -

a women made of
gold; a religious relic
of youth, converted to
your dirty gabled mouth;

while you were in Mexico
I thought of nothing
but ways to destroy you, though
in the end I sat in the sun
reading, folding my toes under my
knees -

I did not weep,
but melted away just the same.