Hindenburging

 
I’ve dripped and mad-ripped 
out the other end of this affair, 
grey-haggard and high as a sprocket. 

In the Bible there’s a woman 
named Hagar, the concubine 
of Abraham and mother of Ishmael 
who’s kind of a write-off 
right off the bat ­– illegit and all that.

What does this say 
about infidelity? 
Fealty? Fiddlesticks?

God fuck the ego 
of affairs, unfairness, 
the fare extracted 
from my worth, net worth,
self-worth and worthless, ripped
open and stripped, unpacked, 
unwracked, all wrecked 
and reeking like leeks 
and wires. 

I met that man (my lover) 
as Chief of Security at the mall 
where we both worked – huh. 
He caught me unguarded. I sucked 
and fucked and finished 
him off, and that started 

everything. Don’t come again. 
I’m going 
down graceless, grab-handling,
hindering everyone and heliotroping 
down in hydrogen.

The Hindenburg, that German airship 
claimed 35 souls.
I’m 35 years old and oldering 
daily, while the sky 
brings the clouds to a boil.