The Moncton Thing
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
There was a time —
boy was it a time —
when I was sent
to the heights
of sexual gratification
in a Holiday Inn
in Moncton, New Brunswick
without the face of a man
There was a time —
boy was it a time —
when I was sent
to the heights
of sexual gratification
in a Holiday Inn
in Moncton, New Brunswick
without the face of a man
Interesting poem and recollection of better times.
go away – you’re not real