A Short and Happy Life

Yellow, black stripes, and small, Buzzing like an itch you just can't scratch. Flying like a dream you don't remember in the morning. Stinging incessantly, like the mouth of a gossip. 17 years I have longed for the day When I would find my Dick van Dike, My darling, my dear, my keeper of all things Betty Crocker and stereotypical. I've always been good at cooking and cleaning. I've even loved it, the way a hummingbird loves Its first taste of nectar. But now, now the flower has fallen ill. The petals are pushing their way to the Earth. The stem is swaying beneath the wind of change, Brought down by your lungs of fury. You said you wouldn't do it this time, That if I took you on an African safari, You wouldn't repeat your previous actions. How could I have been so stupid As to think that my cowardice would Drive you back into my arms? I'm nothing but a fool, But you're nothing but a Margot Macomber.