oh Trinket!
your real life means nothing to me
and even less to your lover
only your husband gives an iota
for the soul of the true Trinket
and what does that matter?

you’re just an angel deserving dedication
don’t expect me to worship you too
I wasn’t asleep under your parlor stairs
you never did surrender
and say that was fair

when you go to warm your hands
in the flaming frozen waterfall
Trinket, don’t come back to me
cry alone like a forlorn wolf
saintliness is ignoring your sins
not that I would want to remind you