saint christopher sunday otherwise unaware

that is what she called it

she arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase

looking suitably world weary

as he drove away she came to

she sat and she waited he did not telephone

her heart was unbroken

she could not let this be known

she said she'd throw herself off a bridge

he stood and laughed and shewalked out again

which was when she wrote me in

to her scheme of things

she said she'd throw herself off a bridge

she said she never did and i asked her why

she just shrugged and she sighed

and  turned her head away

she did not say

saint christopher sunday otherwise uneventful

everything never happened

to her scheme of things

she said she'd throw herself off a bridge

he stood and laughed and she never did

she telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists instead

she beat the walls with her fists

running red running back again