Fine Things Come From the Store
March 11, 2007
Were you a gift?
Were you bought?
Did I steal?
Love should last a lifetime,
Don’t you think?
That’s what we shopped for.
Was not your virginity our warranty?
We do not much talk, you and I;
I think it would be crazy to struggle through…
Through a decision twice.
You are some very fine thing
That came from the store.
Be good. Don’t break.
I’ll love you 4-ever:
Through temptations, beyond betrayal;
Even through to leasing storage
In my heart
Beyond the interstate.
But were you a gift?
Were you bought?
Did I steal?
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October 30, 2007 at 6:36 AM
This poem reminds me a little of my dad giving me the speech about buying the cow when my husband and I moved in together (before we were married). As if sex is a bargaining chip to make a man behave.
I like how you repeated the first stanza at the end to continue the question, unresolved.
October 30, 2007 at 10:01 AM
Thank you, Ordinary Girl! I’m very happy the poem reminds you of that. I was a bit concerned when I posted it this morning that the poem wasn’t written well enough for anyone to get, but that shows me you got it. Thank you so much!
August 12, 2008 at 5:25 AM
Virginity as a warranty… awesome!
I like the feel of this one – it’s simple, almost Spartan, but with a complex aftertaste, a slight hint of the Middle East, a lot of almost Japanese simplicity, and American naivete. And it’ll tie you up in knots if you’re not careful!
August 12, 2008 at 5:28 AM
Thank you so much, Dana! I love your comment!