18 January 2006 | Vol. 5, No. 4
Lost to Passion or Folly
I woke up thinking there were beautiful people under the covers. I woke up thinking beauty had followed me home in the form of an economical soap. If only I could abandon myself to ruin. If only I could find some rhinestone-studded castle to storm, some handsome young man to bless me as a good woman. I should be blessed, a good woman such as I. Then I should be the good woodcutter, prancing around the room on all fours, swinging my axe with shouts of laughter and merriment. Someone might call me a lively kitty. Not a particle of me would be lost to passion or folly, not a particle of me would lapse to steadfast and gravely. If only I could find him alone in some corner, bent over his writing table, deeply engrossed in the arrangement of some important papers. I could climb the arch of his back, stretching my claws across the ridges of his spine. If only I could find him alone in the morning with his outrage, his beauty falling silent all the same.
About the author:
Amanda Black currently lives in Toronto where she teaches English. She has previously published in Juked, Dicey Brown, and Wandering Army.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Amanda Black at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 5, No. 4, where "Lost to Passion or Folly" ran on January 18, 2006. List other work with these same labels: poetry, prose poem.
