she

you never know who she is going to be this week
you never know what's going to make her mad tonight
she thinks we're all out to get her
her eyes dart back and forth she trembles
like a frightened rabbit but now she's sorry
she is calm and coherent and just for a few minutes
you can see her. and she's lovely.
but then it's late, and the screaming still hasn't stopped, and things are breaking downstairs.
why are the cops here again?
you never know what she's going to say next.
when you ask her what's for dinner, will she tell you?
or will she suddenly threaten to drive herself off a cliff instead?
and then, she slaps you across the face
and she calls you a bitch.