Joanna Gilman Hyde

November 6, The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm

I saw The Pain

of His Parents’ Separation

flash across His Teenage Face:

six years later

when to My Son I felt I could confess

a poisonous love I husbanded

too long

am husbanding still — now My Daughter

runs Her Mother’s Risk

of another broken home

the one Eliza’s been homesick for

all Her Life