Take it From Me

You sing, he sings.
He won’t be happy
Until you’re silent.
Today human kindness
Moves me to warnings.
Tomorrow I’ll go back
To calling you “Bitch.”
Honey, he’s already got you
In the back of the band.
Soon he won’t smile at you
Unless you’re seated
At a sideline table,
With your lighter in the air.
I barely escaped with myself.
If you’re truly good and quiet,
He might marry you too.
Tell your sisters to wear black.