I'll
never
be some
bisquick mistress
bitch for him.
Fuck pancakes
and stuff your
bellyaches.
Get your own
Jemima,
and no,
I won't be home
at five O'.
I'll wear heels
too tall
for you to kiss me
and wear colors you think
are disgusting.
I'll blow kisses
at other misters
and I won't miss you.
I'll use pen on scantrons
and spit at your promises.
There's a reason men won't
wear glistening karats across
their fingers.
I'd rather see him beg than cheat,
I'd rather see him leave than find my
secrets.
