as a dime
when she’s a silver dollar.
She’s often home.
But he hasn’t time
to call her.

He treats her
as a chicken egg
when she is caviar.
She often begs.
He smokes her
as a fat cigar.

He treats her
as brass
when she's solid gold.
Her arms spread out to him.
But his, like a pretzel fold.

He treats her
as lint,
often brushing her off.
She took the hint.
And broke it all off.