She
has an oil tanker sized chip on her shoulder
and
it's become the only thing I see.
But
still I play nice,
though
my loyalty is waning.
It's
not so much giving up on her
as
it is giving up on it: loyalty,
probably
my best and worst trait
when
it comes to those I love.
But,
it's time,
because
oil tankers are no beauty queens
while
ugliness spills like the Exxon Valdez,
and
because I am bound for fairer seas.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner