When I was a child I carried a barbie with me everywhere I went
and I lived in little worlds I created after school before the inevitable shriek
for me to come to dinner when I would have rathered starve
than leave the tiny universe I cradled in my hands.
Even as I child, I knew there would be fights
and breakings and that some things would have to be rebuilt
and others would need to be burned to the ground
but I never imagined the devastation of your kind of infidelity.
I knew too much already, back then, to ignore
the tragedy of straying and the heartache of loneliness
but in all the imagining I ever did I never imagined
that sometimes straying is a matter of the heart.