Eye lie in our yellow light,
honest
on a couch of neutral delight
warm
in the fall of my meandering
through single-dom & persuasion
failed —
my marriage is not
salvageable —
may Eye rest
now
Last night Eye went out
with My Husband’s Girlfriend
and boy is she beautiful!
Her long black hair
is really hair extensions
but she babies her hair —
Her eyes are large
with those famous arching brows
but best of all —
her face shrinks
into itself
at her chin
and Eye am inspired
to sculpt
Her Portrait
On My First Outing
with Dr Blair, after
showing him My Aquarium Mural
on the ceiling of the IWK* burn unit —
and going to Tim Horton’s —
Eye lay on the grass
of a Halifax park
to look into His Eyes of Blue:
“Do you think I am
The Second Coming of Christ?”
Eye hesitantly asked —
“No,” he said
“You’re a cheap date.”
*Isaac Walton Killam Children’s Hospital
and Eye am The Grit —
the contaminant, the irritant
and layer by layer
Eye will come out
Gleaming
Dr Blair will you please
claim the life
of Your Dead Computer —
Eye do not want It
Hulking up My Work Table
Eye do not want It
Eye sat beneath
His Silver Tree
& heard a bird
I could not see —
I looked and looked
& heard some more —
then saw its yellow
fly off to Yore
My Captive of nineteen years ago
stood bedraggled
in the night time doorway
of His dank examining room
with Arms of Dishonour
extended
Eye wear regal fakery
on My Left Ring Finger —
solid gold
on My Right.
The World will be told
why
some time soon
if the parties involved
feel like it
Eye have had My Fill
of wedding rings
& long black hairs
dislodged from corners,
bed & bath
The man is Mine —
if He is a Man —
and I cannot live
the single life
With This Ring
Eye Thee Wed
Upon My Brother’s Chain
Around My Neck
I Am Thy Slave
Joanna Gilman Hyde 