The way that some women talk about one another, teeth dripping poison.
What brings you up must take me down.
Telling tales and skewing stories,
but what shook me most was the denigration of my love
I winced when I heard
she swept aside sincerity and made it silly when
I stopped to pick up seashells, to
examine cool rocks and all that accompanied the exciting newness of
the flora and fauna of a novel clime.
She tapped her foot as I waded into warm salty water
to try and rescue
the flashing dorado swimming in circles in the surf,
missing one fin,
its eyes blinking, shining and panicky.
I just wanted to put it to rights.
So yes, it hit like a blow, to hear
the retelling of my wonderment as ridiculous,
to realize myself taken advantage of.
But I was kind to her without expectations or suspicion,
and she was crueller, knowing that meant
she could never win.