RIFKAH GOLDBERG

THEOREM OF YOUR LIFE I put my hair up Seems to disturb you less Better fits the superficial order Thinly covering your turmoil Cannot quite fathom Why I am on my way To meet you for a third time Feel you have something to say to me What could I possibly give you? Eroticism that you know about and I not Your first wife was better at it And gave you a daughter too A religious facade Your second wife Provided that for you With a son thrown in as well Convenient move to get you out Of another relationship Surely you have your own ways Of doing that by now Someone to help you deal With your awkward mother I claim no success in that area Let a mother-in-law ruin my marriage You need cooked food I can recommend excellent books Or a list of possible cooks For a modest enough sum You do not like cleaning Well neither do I Same solutions as for cooking If it really bothers you Another woman to walk out on When you feel the time is ripe Now even more easily Fewer possible bonds Someone else for temporary integration Into the theorem of your life Your minimal demands Masking maximal needs I know I cannot take you on Make you want to give By going beyond yourself To truly value another Turning slowly away To face my own muddle My emptiness unfilled I let my hair down 1998