Off

She's a twister, he said
a real firecat
amber eyes spitting
image of her mother
crazy is as crazy does

she drank gin in her lincoln
parked in the driveway
curled up on his sofa
when the migraines hit

he thought she had kids
god knows where
no friends to speak of
ex husbands fighting
the law or
the devil
or both

She packed up one day
daggers glinting in her tiger eye
I guess I'm off, she told him
and she was

















~Curried quinoa pilaf with cashews and ginger
and a ghost in the teaspoon~