It is such errant
nonsense
That Venus is not
happy
The way she is
The only little whiff
of
A
half-joke-mock-complaint
I’ve ever heard from
her
Is that
She thinks
“It’s not fair
Adonis has a
weathervane
And divining rod and
I don’t
I’d love to be able
to tell
Which way the wind is
blowing
Or where to find
water
With so little effort
Any given time of
day”
Previously published in "The Writing Disorder"
