For years she watched him
that strong boy, muscled and fit
lifting table chairs a piece of pie
an acrobat on the trampoline
arm wrestling as if with dolls.
That sly smile can’t deny
the bile suspicions,
that square jaw, that slender gap.
Until at last she knew the truth
With that familiar backwards glance
and “I’ll be back,”
in that thick Austrian accent known by all.
Yes, but would she?