Modest Acts Of Extreme Slowness

by Selima Hill

I thought you were nice,
I thought it was all my fault;
I thought it was all my fault right from the beginning
and nothing really mattered except you,
I thought you were Mr Right
but I was wrong;
I thought you could play the piano but I was wrong,
I thought that being attractive wasn’t important
as long as you played the piano but I was wrong;

I thought I could somehow entrust you with my body
like golden soup entrusted to warmed bowls,
that if I grabbed your head and whacked or slapped it
it’ld change your ways; that men will always thank me;
that married couples in their beds perform
modest acts of extreme slowness;
that making love with you would be the same
as making love with lots of little kittens;
I thought I heard them purring. I was wrong.