The Wrong Pronouns

You made me cry in cruel stations,

So I missed many trains. You married others

In plausible buildings. The subsequent son

Became my boss. You promised me nothing

But blamed me for doubting when who wouldn’t.

If  I knew how to please you — who have found

Out my faults. In dreams I’m wild with guilt. Have pity

Kill it. Then, when I’ve lost all hope,

Kiss me again, your mouth so open — 

I’d give anything for one more night — 

That I go without thought. Don’t bite. No,

Mark me. My husband already knows

Exactly what owns me.

Gwyneth Lewis, Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronuns