Yvette Poem by RIC BASTASA

Yvette



what we like in her
is her naivete

she snobs you
when you are not needed

yet all smiles when
she has a request

brought in the strictest
principle of utilitarianism

sometimes you feel
that you are nothing but

a used
or second-hand thing,

after she
drops you like that hot potato
her fingers
fold

today i meet
and i am ready for once

to slay this monster
with all my own fire.

i will burn
and vanish her forever.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 18 October 2021

Who is 'we' and who IS Yvette? A bad woman, a tornado? Thought-provoking poem, but excellently written poem.5 Stars fullest

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