the last place you look

she slipped her strong right-hand in mine
like a thief stealing my mettle
to melt it down and make her arm
or something stronger.

" i hate teenagers,"
raged under her breath
conspiratorially in the ear wives first
know in white at their nuptials

" i hate them too," i half-lie
because i am hate-less.

" it's all so damned depressing," her words
through polished white enamel crunch
out like broccoli -- not yet steamed,
simply raw and clean

" i know, love," i half-console
because i am heartless.

" i lost my mojo, where's my fucking mojo?"
her lips circled in a round pause
to grok the lines around my eyes
and the scent of the air I breathe

" i'll help you look, my dear one."
she pulled her hand back
and mashed it into her pocket.

"never mind..

just

never mind."