They come in droves, she used to say
squawking like fishwives by the shore
but every year they whittle down
like your waist line
That year you met your match
but as always you
retaliated like a typhoon
Oil and water never mix
you used to say
you are brain
he is brawn
like the flesh of that wild boar
we pickled in vinegar
and insisted upon guests
who very well obliged
That night
under the perigee moon
I saw
a man naked
swimming
I had hoped it was
a nymph
or a siren at least
Pork and vinegar
remind me
of insidious love affairs
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