Three little roof lines
laced along the trees
silhouetted against the seas
adjacent to the skies —
I love to look out
this way to the Eastward
view of My Own —
I wake up here every day
when the dawn presents
Itself to Home
What did Dr Blair
hope to achieve by holding
me down for so long?
Eye am forever Lolita
in M(eye) Little Black
Pleated Skirt
in the back of His Black
On Black Mob Car
driving Me to His Cheap Hotel
for a night
of intrigue
& Korean food
put M(eye) HEX
on M(eye) EX
on M(eye) BED
Y Give $EX Away?
Eye just recycled
A Men’s Summer catalogue:
Eye H’aint Got No Man
For twenty years Eye sustained
my husband’s public image
and image was all it was:
imagine a man
great and small
dressed
as Dr Blair —
shaved and bathed
properly slept
but know underneath
a heart as empty
as his kiss
Yes, Eye am jealous
of that perfect blonde
chest clad in black
with her “Made In Canada”
stamped on Face Book —
Yes, I’m jealous —
he said he fucked her
morning, noon and night
40 years ago
wrecking his first marriage
and now she’s more
than back
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 