The Run Away

This is foolish, honey
You are not a sailor
& I am not your wench.

Not tonight,
not tomorrow.

I will use your fire-escape
when you are sleeping
wrapped up in sheets
in your floral-scented apartment,
your eyes burning electric.

Yes, I will use that moment
to get away.

And they will say I ran away
with a doctor, or a botanist
but really I just ran away
with my stiletto heels,
an overripe tomato
& a foolish craving
to find myself

for once in my life.