The freeholder for Hometown told me he didn’t quite trust “D.” the writer that replaced her in the Virgin Mayor’s town and eventually moved down to Hometown just in time for the mayoral election.
This may be because the freeholder heard something about her involvement with other people at our office, information I didn’t tell him, but he might have gotten via the blogger GA, who seems to know more about what goes on in our office than I do, and I work there.
GA seems to have a source in our office which I suspect might be our boss – who seems to post on GA’s site as Kboken and is probably spreading this stuff in order to keep her (our poet) from getting too powerful, even though she quit our office more than nine months ago.
GA may also be talking to the operative who spilled the beans on the poet and RR to the Small Man, causing her to resign in the first place.
Rumor or not, factual or not, the wrong people outside our office are starting to smell the stink.
Meanwhile, our poet’s barhopping buddy, “A” who “D” replaced in Hometown, is telling everybody she knows that she is NOT working for the R campaign, suggesting she might be getting nervous since the freeholder has been telling everybody she is.
Eventually, all this will get back to our male owner – especially the blatant stuff GA has been posting about his romantic relationship with our poet, and it will be curious to see how he reacts.
Maybe it is jealousy on my part thinking that maybe her latest poem was dedicated on “D” which it could be since he seems infatuated with him (to say the least).
But if it is, D can’t be happy since the last few lines of her previous poem suggest she has pulled back from him somewhat and the last poem may well have been her way of reassuring him by telling him what a great lover he is, and how she’ll just go to the grave with the memory of that moment.
Jealousy or not, D seems a little too light weight to fit the part of a Latin lover as she depicted him, although it fits the pattern in which she lures her lover on while seeing less and less of him, a routine she may well have perfected over the years with other men and women, or to quote the James Bond movie, “From Russia with Love,” giving him a taste so that he stays hungry.
While I don’t believe it is “D” she is directing this poem at, it can’t be someone who is too strong or independent, rather someone whose ego can be manipulated the way she tried with the cub reporter routine.
It suggests that it is someone she has no real practical use for, but still wants to keep in the fold, perhaps for some future use, perhaps just to feed her own ego, knowing that this along with other men still intensely desire her.
Or she is building up this man’s ego for some other reason of her own, while at the same time, keeping him at arm’s length.
The difference between this poem and others previously written is how blatant it is, making no effort to hide its meaning. She isn’t looking to be subtle at all, or convoluted, suggesting that the target of this poem might not get the full meaning if she hid it in metaphor the way she has done in the past – such as the dangling fruit poem from a decade ago, the old lady who taught her how to devour boys and girls, and using her daily planner for more than just laundry lists.
Whoever the target of this poem is someone not quite capable of deciphering complex metaphors, and she is basically hitting him over the head with it, to make sure he gets what she is trying to say.
This says a lot about him, how he isn’t sophisticated – which would leave out D, who is bright enough to pick up on something subtle.
Yet the subject of the poem is a man whose hormones can be stirred up, if with more than just a wink and a nod, yet not clever enough to pick up on the more elusive stuff – which makes me think this man is someone different from the married man she lusted after earlier this year, for whom she wrote much more complex poetry.
Again, both these last two poems suggest that she no longer has a use for him, but needs to keep him on the hook, perhaps to watch him wiggle with the discomfort of his own lust.
In the poem prior to this one, she apparently tried to calm his fears about not being able to see her enough, telling him he is always on her mind, even though he rarely is in her presence.
The two poems suggest that she has already gotten what she wanted from him, and is ready to move on, putting distance between them, suggesting she has already trickled up with somebody else.
This is a dangerous supposition.
Poetry isn’t always what it seems, and her poetry rarely is what it seems on the surface. While I claim this poem is mostly surface meaning, she is talented enough to have a meaning I have yet to uncover. But I suspect what I’ve written above is more accurate than not.
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