Martha Rhodes

If by following him,

I could leave him.

If by hanging him,

I could breathe life

into him. If by entering

him, I could extract from him

the bright light of Venus.

If by betraying him, I could


save him; the other day

I stole and sold his watch

solely because I was completely

dying for some extravagance—

and thought nothing of him

for the rest of the afternoon.