Frances Carleton #58 - in the corner

Look at you in the corner
all dusty and forlorn
abandoned years ago
in favour for a new
bright shiny object

She never looked as good as you
in red enamel and black leather
Never sparkled
Never hummed for me
Never moaned
Never took me to the stars
although we did lay under them
drank wine ate cheese
and laughed.

I needed my wits
I dined on cheese burgers
at roadside cafes
Marvelled at the wonders we’d seen

She had never understood why
I would chuckle at the dead roos
remembering the first time
smell assaulting senses
eyes watering
you unaffected
The champ that you are.

She would screw up her nose
and call me heartless
Me!Yet it was always me that would stop
check pouches of the freshly killed

Remember that time My Sweet
when we rode with a velvet
tucked down my front
We dropped it at the vet and carried on
searching for more...
that wild calling

But I’ve known for a long time
danger is close.
I can’t believe she never found you.
It’s not like I hid you well

I know she wouldn’t approve
You sitting in the shed
at the bottom of the garden
Collecting dust
slowing decaying

Under a tarp and bound with oily rope

I really must hide the bodies better.