Handwriting Analysis

I am the woman who
analyzed the handwriting
of the CEO,
and come Monday
I will be biting my tongue
until I taste the crimson
pool in my mouth like rum.

Should’ve just paid for
a Christmas Party,
Johnny Boy.
You know how much
those meant to these
people.

I want to tell him the best
part of his gift was the fact
he handwrote the tag.
I want to tell him that I know
his tactics,
that I know this is his play
away from home and that
he uses this place as an excuse
to thwart his power in a rather
small pond.

I want to ask him if his wife
knows about his cheating,
and what she must lack
to endure a personality as
petty as his.
I want to ask him if he even
knows his own children,
if they even know themselves.

I want to ask him if he knows
how I know, tell him he’s not
as clever as he thinks he is.
I want to ask him if he feels
a little restricted now, as if
he’s grown out of this skin,
the same one that’s getting
a little tighter by the day.

Money is a dangerous weapon
with a faulty trigger;
The cheap Chardonnay
speaks a level on how he
must view me,
but,
how low he crosses his
T’s and the way in which
he curves his Y’s speaks
volumes on his withering
self-esteem.

– B.

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