"Enough"

Despite my original intentions

I pulled a rubber band back 

back back back 

to near a breaking point,

and then let go -

shot that out to do

come what may.

I scrubbed and worked and cleared and bathed and oiled 

and 

I got a great idea

but 

t'would need a wanting assist.

Then I lit a fire and burned it to a bed 

onto which I threw my concoction, 

my jezebel root.

And I lit a bunch of candles, 

as when I lit the ribbon on fire, 

praying fervently

that my love would get everything he wanted,

when I closed the book.

And I closed the book.