Where Are You Now?

Where are you now?
You, who showed me your pretty, witty poems?
Where are you now?
Why did I betray you,
You who were reluctant to believe
That any passions lurked
In that dull, little, dark-haired girl
In the corner?

Where are you now?
You, who judged my poetry
Like you judged the dinner I made?
'Pas mal,' you said.

You, who judged me
As I lay like a corpse
On your bed.
You, who judged me,
Called me a housewife.
'I don't fuck the house, do I?'
I said.