the liberated woman and the liberated air…

look
the one you were considering killing yourself
over
you saw her the other day
getting out of her car
in the Safeway parking lot.
she was dressed in a large green
dress and scuffed
boots
her face raw with living.
she saw you
and you walked up
and talked and
listened.
her hair did not glisten
her eyes and conversation were
dull.
where was she?
where had she gone?
the one you were going to kill yourself
over?

the conversation finished
she walks into the store
and you look at her automobile
and even that machine
which used to drive up to you
with such swiftness and
adventure
now looks
like a junkyard
farce.

you decide not to shop at
Safeway
you’ll drive 5 blocks
away and buy something
at Ralph’s.

getting into your car
you are quite pleased that
you didn’t
kill yourself;
everything is delightful and
joyful;
your hands upon the wheel
your grin as you push
the rear view mirror down
and look….

my man you’ve saved yourself
for somebody else, but
who?

a long thin one walks by
showing a magic leg through
a slitted dress.

she’s going to the Safeway
too.

you start the engine and
drive off.