Love's advice

Love's advice, he called it
pithy. He mixed his paints in
empty cardboard tubs
of popcorn. If it wasn't that
it was at least very close
to that. The tubs themselves
were always neon blue and orange
but he didn't mind much, talking
about them. My neurologist
had thought I was attractive,
but we don't see eachother anymore.
Sort of squirrelly, thin...and handsy,
one might say.

Beth sits at home and thinks of
terrible things. She places things
in lead jars and lifts them,
saying, heavy.