a hand
you gave me a leg
and tripped me
till I fell flat
on my face

When I needed
a shoulder
to cry on
you gave me yours –
cold
to rely on

When I needed
a mirror
to reflect my light
you smashed it in pieces
all over the floor
throwing the frame
in an empty drawer

When I needed
a friend
you were a stranger
and stranger still –
I stuck with you

I possess a
vile & extraordinary
mind

Not even

all the king’s horses

and all the king’s men

were enough

to mend her broken heart.

Little Bo Peep,

ya careless thing–

first you lost your sheep

and then your lover.