Campaign for my scarlet letter, <br />My love, my love, my dinosaur: <br />And I’ll come back and be your lover, <br />Your first crush, your index finger, <br />Your older brother: <br />And we’ll bask our heads into the evening’s <br />Pillows, <br />And dream of magnanimous plums, <br />And sugary super heroes: I’d love you for <br />The day, like a field trip, <br />Like a scar that goes away- <br />And while I’m doing this, you can shake your <br />Head and say I don’t know you, <br />And I’ll quiz you to make sure; and to see how <br />Well you do: You do so well at things that do <br />Not matter, and I am even worse than you, <br />Because before you left me I stole you bicycle and <br />Danced so the rains would fall so no one else could <br />Come out and steal it, <br />And then I caracoled your university because I like <br />That word especially when I can use it as a verb, <br />But by the time I was done reciting the sharks were <br />Busy just off shore, <br />And the ice-cream parlors had closed their doors, <br />The conquistadors had either crucified or Christened <br />All the poor dead Indians, <br />And the dog had masturbated onto the kitchen floor. <br />My mother whispered that she whished we’d <br />Been a little wiser, and then she shut the door, <br />And we closed our eyes and hit the pillows, <br />So far away broken up one into your expected migrations, <br />And I into an entirely different metamorphosis, <br />And yet dreams of you hit my pillow like a pile <br />Of cinderblocks, <br />A city full of busted bliss, a curse and a <br />Rhyme anonymous, <br />But I didn’t love you anymore.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/campaign-for-my-scarlet-letter/
