| CASE TAPES Miss D |
He killed her from fifteen years ago,
the perfect murder, with her own hands
and his suggestions about what she should be.
This poem doesn’t rhyme but it’s true.
It was a psychic slaying. His alibi
was watertight, he was already dead,
had left no fingerprints but lies –
all she wanted was to rhyme with him.
A delayed reaction meant that she took years
to see his meaning when he’d cut the ground
from under any of her future feet.
This poem isn’t true but rhymes.
And then she got it: that she had no self
because she’d depended on his ‘you’,
and that was gone. She had to die.
This poem rhymes and is also true.