He said he was a scientist
from New Jersey and
he was on his knees
begging me to
make him his slave,
and I threw my
head back and laughed.
I said, "Wouldn't you know
that the first time a man
offered to be my slave,
he'd be half a country
away in Jersey~thank you
for making me giggle,
mon cheri"...
and I wondered what
in quiet little me
who is always hiding
behind a book
suggested even a hint
of donimatrix to him,
me, the shy girl from
the corn belt who
writes her life away...
What could that mean
to a mad scientist
from Jersey?