Swearing off Sadie

"It's like the kind of thing you'd sneak into a downstairs bathroom."




I'm swearing off Sadie 

"...For the study and deeper exploration of the Lord my God!"

And

To regain some recollection of the old and odd

Sick, shambled mess,

[In a glorious 

Floral head-dress]

That I was

Before Sadie explored the contents of my mouth. 

"It's like lent..."

I say, 

Except for the fact that I know it's permanent, 

And I've never really understood 

The concept of making promises to yourself

Because one of you

Always knows 

The other person's lying.

So when he invites Sadie into the back seat of my car, 

And ignites

Like its nothing to him, 

I want the rubber of my boots 

To jam itself into 

The fragile barricade

That stands between 

My agitation and 

His brain. 

My nostrils dance;

It is beyond my capacity to control them. 

I contemplate a long walk home--

She smells too good.