She's my doppleganger, a She-wolverine,
a restless Gambler at the Watering Hole
of the Imagination. She abhors
Idle chatter, my laughter, the Curl
in my hair. In short, nothing Pleases Her
unless it Annoys or Distresses me.
She's the Gadlfy to my Io, cursed
in the Shape of a Cow for Jealousy.
I try to awake without waking her.
For once she's alert, I'm sick all the While.
The rest of my Day I will spend Running
at her Instruction. Swatting my Tale
only serves her as more Entertainment.