Treasure Island

Patti Masterman

Belated Apology

She became a skull-face, but I became Death,
Brackishly leaning, with foul-tempered breath.

She became an andiron, and I became a poker,
And then she was a Tarot card, but I was a Joker.

She became a hippo, so I became a mouse-
Which frightened the hippo, right into a house

Where I became fire, and she an escape;
Then she became female, and I became rape.

And she became old, so I became young,
And her withered flesh was loosely hung.

Then she began screaming, so I became vacuum,
Twirling the voids, which soon would entomb.

And at her wits end, she thought- last- apologize-
So then we ceased all, and we said our goodbyes.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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