ABASHED
Eye asked my husband
if I was a creative
genius — he said “No.”
Eye asked my husband
if I was a creative
genius — he said “No.”
My Paintings are loose
dripping like punctured abcess
colours even fall
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
When I give My Acceptance Speech
Eye won’t have to thank anybody:
I’m divorcing my second husband
my first husband has me blocked
my son is not speaking to me
my daughter doesn’t want to know
anything about my life
and my parents
and my brother
are dead.