Indian Summer - Blue

When I was sixteen I had a red hot Chevy

Bucket seats, white top, the steering not too heavy

I loved that car like a child loves a pony

shoe-blacked its tires

my freedom to ride

Now I am Bluebeard's wife

I'd rather be Sleeping Beauty

“Honey, don't open that door,” he says

though he gave me a master key

and I've peeked through the keyhole

always a guard on duty

a red light and odor of rusty gardenia

slips out from under the door

no bushes grow in the garden

a saint's blood smells of roses

Blue was married before at least three times

no family portraits and I don't ask

It's so hot

I get tired here in the east

I could doze away the days

Blue thinks I'm too fat

too this

too that

Mama says

Curiosity killed...

the Cat may well undo me.