Erica Jong - The Fork to Take lyrics

I had pegged you as protégé, adoptee, someone I could save. The last thing I needed was another lover. You call yourself 'an accident looking for a place to happen.' I call you my sweet, my love, not only because you carry knives for me & want to beat up all my ex-husbands- but because you can laugh at yourself for wanting to. We dream of the baby we will never have. The little Jewish WASP with golden blue eyes, poems on the tip of his tongue. your height, my hair, & jokes that hit their targets on a slant. He will never be in the Social Register. But will he know which fork to take- as you did when you drove off my road, slyly taking the wrong fork in order to stay the night? O you are sly, my sweet wheat looking for a harvest. Shall I reap you? Shall I do to you what the hurricane does with the waving grain? Shall I thresh & bind you, run barefoot through your body trying to stamp out d**h? Or shall I merely let you lift me up like the wind spinning an errant seed, & let it take me where it will, right fork, wrong fork, no fork at all, since we will take the same path through the air after all?