My ex reminded me of a chimera;
he was both a snake and a
lion who breathes fire;
he wore his two faces well.
His dashing Tuscan good looks
snared me at first glance; his pidgin English
sounded so sexy in his Sienese accent,
and he loved to collect art
made in my the Etruscan Age.
But jerks don’t stay hidden for long.
His anger boiled over constantly
when his ragu was a-salted,
and when the neighboring
wine selections would taste
like random vinegars.
All Americans were stupid;
I wasn’t at first,
but when I counterattacked
with my dizzying intellect,
which was my Pegasus—
He found a dark companion;
and screwed her brains out,
so we were soon done.
I don’t date monsters.