She is
A cackling old
Bird
Who undermines me
Regularly.
She wears a very
Pretty white dress,
And a big egocentric
‘S’
necklace
that reflects perfectly
in the globe of my tears
like a diamond snake.

“I’m going to ruin your life!”
She laughs.
“I’m going to make your father
hate you!
I’m going to make you cry
All the time,
When you see a lonely
Person
Or a shivering dog
Or when someone gets a
Really easy question wrong on
The Chase.”

*******, S!
I’m trying to be tough
******* it!
Can’t you see what I’m
Trying to do with
my black converse
And my leather jacket?

(Ten pm,
Leather jacket shed,
Blank Word Document open
Teetering on the tip of a poem.
I look around the room.

S leans against a wall.

“Well well well.
Look who’s come crawling back.”