Of the warning.
Her breath
Is beating
Like foghorn.
If she gasps
She relapses in fault;
The schoolteacher memory
Can break her.
But he chooses her
As his plaything.
Mental monogamy.
A winter she cannot misplace.
She never found
Her glove.
He keeps the teacup he offered her
In his top dresser drawer:
Her bright pink lipstick has caked,
And she wears darker shades
In the skin she now rents.
She learned three things
That semester:
Conviction,
And the yearning to fly.
