Ankles crossed, you sit
as you pretend to listen
to the child's story,
polishing your nails
as she speaks of other worlds;
you are not worthy.
Her child-like wisdom,
lost on deaf ears forever;
you've lost everything:
Broken relations?
merely a ship on the rocks
and a treasure lost.
Financial burden?
She's told you all about it -
your shoulder massage
was more important,
as was your date with that man
who used you, rag doll.
Well, now she is gone,
and your nails are chipped to fuck,
your shoulder slumping.