I wouldn’t be the first woman to fall
for a jackass. I swear, I’m cursed in men.
Those ears, that nose, the beer gut, the brawls—
you behave like you were born in a barn,
worse. I need a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T—
I crave candlelit dinners and moonlit
conversations, starlit insomnia. Queen
of Cobwebs, my dove, doesn’t cut it.
I’ll treat myself to that new spa Oberon,
return oiled with woodbine and lavender.
If I make hay, love, while you’re on your beer run,
unearth snake skin lingerie from its drawer,
we can have a wild time under the canopy.
And maybe, once again, I’ll be Queen of your Dreams.
Dayna Patterson’s chapbooks, Loose Threads and Mothering, are available from Flutter Press. Her creative work has appeared or is forthcoming in Clover, Literary Mama, North American Review, Red River Review, and Weave, among others. She is the mother of two and Poetry Editor for Psaltery & Lyre.
Artwork: Līga Kļaviņa, “Rosehip Crown.”