ROBERT WILBER
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Hunter’s Library on The Hawk 5:47pm
Today is an ordinary day
Good Friday
& My Mother’s Pain seeps
through Me
how trite to say
It was The Pain of a Love Affair
— in Her Mind It was Her Muse —
& It was broken
by a small man
of large musical talent
–
Her Pain operates generationally
through Me
now that I am unhinged
from Her
I remain
entranced by
an iridescent disc
yelling at Me
DVD – RW x2
Wow, so lovely. I want the whole story.
Oh shrinksarentcheap, I regret terribly shredding my only five copies of a 364 page manuscript describing my mother’s heartache, illness, my brother’s supposed madness, my mother’s cremation story with home-made coffin visited by a chickadee, my shower of lights and the birth of my intense infatuation(?) with a little man/doctor — maybe even smaller than my mother’s clarinet player.
My gleeful (at the time) shredding – which kept overheating the shredder so the job took five hours — was my partial suicide.