Blood Work

There are sins

unforgivable:

not for all the 

Key lime pie

on the Eastern Seaboard;

not even if you know

to take your hair down

before bed.

I was that woman once

or thrice--

the lover who's unaware

that there's another

in the woodwork.

He's threatened to jump

without you

and you should let him.

I did.

I learned to float.

There's a balance

that we're here to learn.

There's a line

that can't be crossed.

Throw the mess

of yourself

at the nearest wall

and see what sticks.

It pays

in other ways.