Tonight Dr Blair
said he always thought
I was a better writer
than painter.
Well he’s wrong.
I am an extraordinary
painter
and I can use
My Writing
to make him go to
hell
Eye made a painting
last November 12th
when I got jilted by Dr Blair —
First Eye spray painted
lurid pink & purple:
“Dr Blair can’t fuck”
then laid over
grey & black drips & drops
with His Silver Penis
ejaculating florescent orange —
It’s “The Graffiti Painting”
priced @ $58,000.00 Canadian
Eye had a dream
of Treena’s Hair —
back to normal
dark brown
cut short
and cute
What’s it worth
to fuck Dr Blair
on the beach —
I am too good for that
and He has another
girlfriend anyway —
so why would Eye want
to get My Crack
full of sand?
This is My Nova Scotia Now —
with purple sheets and blanket
luffing on the line
I sit out on My Deck to watch
the yellow of new bamboo
along My Hedge
to bet I can no more
put up with the giving of My Self
20 years ago She was His Patient
when She had an affair
with Dr Blair —
then She lived with Him
for 5 years
then They got married
for 14
and Divorced
to find both in separate places:
Hers on The Hawk
His to South Side
where They meet along the wide-open beaches
connecting
just to drive each other crazy
My legal Husband
is transformed:
He is My Boyfriend now —
and Eye have always wanted
one of Those.
Where Are My Ribs?
There is a place for Marriage
in amongst the confessions
of many — The Vow
and if You break it
You’re in trouble.
My First Vow was “until Death”
and The Death was My Mother’s —
My Second
I don’t remember voicing
and the wedding itself
was an abomination.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 