All Yvonne asked for was Superman,
Ice cream style
with more blue than yellow
   all her friends would think she ate a Smurf.
Maybe some sprinkles
to hide and seek in sugar log cabins.

But that’s never what she got.
Instead you left her lost at sea.
She got too much love;
     if that’s what you call it.
Too many nights hoping you would rescue a drowning corpse.

If she could go back in time,
protect herself,
she’d chop off his **** and shove it up your ***.