she said she liked him for his wicked tongue
the way he could slither through logic to
eviscerate any debate and leave
them confused and beaten while he raked
in piles of legal fees without ever
stepping into court. she said it proved his
virility, showed how manly and in
control, what a civilized savage he is.
but then he turned that tongue on her, wounded
her to the quick, belittled her so she
felt like a beat dog. no other ever,
she swore, would use words to control her heart
or mind. it’s a world of deeds, mac, she said,
it’s what you do makes you a man or not.