Sonnets From Other Lives: Marci

So you so say you want to listen to me now.
Now that you know for certain it’s too late.
It’s as though you never could allow
yourself to realize how much I hate
the furtiveness--all the petty evasions
that make up so much of our day-to-day--
the drops of poison dripped in conversations--
the open sores that never go away.
So now you’re open to negotiation.
My second will call on you forthwith.
I’m finished with your “powers of persuasion”.
My ass is ready for it’s farewell kiss.
Your timing’s perfect--give it one more try
precisely five minutes before goodbye.