Martha Rhodes
If by following him,
I could leave him.
If by hanging him,
I could breathe life
into him. If by entering
him, I could extract from him
the bright light of Venus.
If by betraying him, I could
save him; the other day
I stole and sold his watch
solely because I was completely
dying for some extravagance—
and thought nothing of him
for the rest of the afternoon.