Flattery Will Get You Everywhere
If he had told me
“You’re the greatest artist
in the world”
Eye might have stayed
for free
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If he had told me
“You’re the greatest artist
in the world”
Eye might have stayed
for free
he has maligned me
to my children
to his internet girlfriends
and anyone else
he wants to think ill of me —
he has lied to my face
and slapped my face down
after I tried to build him up
into the “Doctor”
he is not
My Black Pen
oozes and dribbles
down down
over his brow
clouding his blue eyes
like the inky string
of vulnerable women
of which Eye
— his third wife —
am merely
one drip
drop
Why not wipe him out
with one swipe of my black pen
and take back my son?
One foine day
I’ll be picked up
way off this ground
Eye’ve lived on
for 15 billion years —
think of the germs
I’ll leave behind
while The Big Bang Theory
is only something
to sneeze at
I have been embraced
by a high white Baptist Church
and let go
like a helium balloon
by the ties
of my mother’s death
25 years ago
We had Our Canada Dry
Kiss
laid out straight
on a quilted cot
He was Mine
and I was His
and I am happy
with what I got
Joanna Gilman Hyde 