Parking tickets make her wet;
Her way of breaking the law
being a rebel;
waving a middle finger at the authorities.
She’s screaming into a phone
to a lonely, sad boy,
holding the phone inches from his
ear, eyes on the TV;
watching a rerun.
Her blood-curdling promises rattle off excuses.
He avoids the signs that he’d missed,
ending up on her bedroom floor.
She took control of his lust with the jealousy
baked in her love.
Her love in a bill for which he’d pay.
(© 2022 AC)