When I Stop Loving You

April 10, 2018

WHEN I STOP LOVING YOU
Patty Patten Tiffany

When I stop loving you
after a prolonged period
in which you
scorn me,

I will exile you to Pluto,
downgraded
from planet to icy mass,
something like you.

All the women
you flirted with
and longed for
will be there
waiting,
frozen but amazing.

Ice vixens
on a cold planet,
long fingers
piercing,
pointing at parts,
sharp teeth laughing.

While I spy
through the telescope
your continued
misadventures
at the hands

of happy harpies
shining like sequins
as you shiver.

 

(Correction: In the most recent edition we mistakenly identified Ms. Tiffany as “Patton Tiffany” which is incorrect. We apologize and look forward to publishing her beautiful work correctly in the future.)