Vermin

I’m better when you do not

imagine me an honorable man.

You, with your breeding,

alpine beauty, and pluck, are

symphonically designed, and I

nothing better than a rat.

Today, you’ve dressed in assortments:

flashbulb smiles, bluest silks, and

embroidered Lotus flowers.

Yesterday, in Reykjavik, the wind

put pink in your porcelain features.

Tomorrow, you’ll forget me.