Joanna Gilman Hyde

Please read the edited version of my latest poem now titled Banana Split

Last night Eye went out

with a boisterous fellow

fifteen years My Junior —

Eye treated Him to dinner:

braised chicken with maple sauce

& cranberries —

Eye had calamari & spinach salad

then We split

Our Dessert —

He had One Cherry

Eye had Two.

Today Eye am truly alone

set against the bracing wind

hatless

out here on my wide open beach

wiping my nose

on a gloved hand

Yesterday Eye saw the face

of My X close up

perhaps for the last time.

His eyes had faded

His skin was gaunt

His hair thin & straight —

Eye didn’t like him.