Waist Land 2

A Game of Guesses

Jack keeps on giggling when I eye him.
He keeps on staring at me when we eat.
He keeps on smiling at me with possession. After all those years at Harvard Medical School, his brain has finally been fried.
I don't know what to do.
Perhaps I should tell him that I'm having an affair,
that my love is not for him
but all these guiding lights, they are so
young and restless. I ask my friends...
they tell moi that I have only one life to live...
if I want a future for all of my children, I should shut the fuck up.
I look in the mirror...
I am really gorgeous. My lips are more predatory and thin.
My waist has become a valley.
"Oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh
that nouveau riche Porshe,
it's so conspicuous
so obvious."
Perhaps I should have married someone more mature.
He used to be so detached and sadistic like Mickey Rourke in
9 1/2 Weeks.
Kisses and kisses are what he gives me now
in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the flickering of night.