Disobediences

From her secret heart at home come crawling
Disobediences, clinging with tacky feet
To the hivestick, struggling with honey, betrayed
By their fellow insects. Six legs
Are all the better for snaring.

Jeans that seemed to fit at the store
Refuse to budge; his wriggling hand
Can neither advance nor retreat; her own smell
Disgusts her. But weakened by desire,

Weakened by the way things never work,
Everything breaks, everyone lies, she will
Just this once, just for now, give up:
If he can get the jeans off, good luck to him.
She'll make up a story when the time comes.

It wasn't supposed to be this way
But she always knew it would.
It wasn't supposed to be this way
But she always knew it would.