As Long As She Gets It

Get this girl a calender.
Maybe some tact.
A cup of cold water thrown in her face.
A towel, she should know when to fold-
and how to throw it all in.

Her little lies, her big bows,
her manicured hands,
her hate.
She should learn to bow down,
to back away,
to start to unclench her fistfuls of words-
before they hit my face.

Get her a backbone,
not just a spine.
Get her a taste of revenge,
on her.
Not for her.

Get her the second last laugh,
and the best seat in the house,
for the last one-
before it hits her face.

Get her a semblance of pride.
A backyard door.
A bucket of colored chalk.
A voice that doesn't rise with self inflicted pain.
"I feel sooooooooooooo bad for you" She says.
You do?
How bad?

Get her a way to gauge her feelings,
before she parades them in my face.
Get her a list of all my thoughts
and how I can't stay angry at her.

Give her clues of how little I care.
Better yet,
don't tell her anything and let her act surprised.