Dora, or, Deadly Orgone Radiation.
"A bad conscience creates malignant behaviour.
You make somebody else bad in order to free
yourself from responsibility. We call that the
Emotional Plague."
-- Wilhelm Reich.
She loves you, of course, wants you to be
The special woman who deserves the best,
Not this kitchen blotched with damp and grease,
The dirt settled on skirtings, and a man
Whose disapproval's your worst enemy.
So she's killing your marriage. The half-life
Of her transuranic emotions seeds the air
With minute black specks, a swaying spawn,
Your mind and his its jelly, a bad drift
In worsening weather, falling pressure.
When she comes back you'll tell her
How you dumped him out past the swamps
After giving him one last fuck,
Left him falling into the ending,
Lost in a great slaughter of starlings.