Too Bad For LL Bean
Eye just recycled
A Men’s Summer catalogue:
Eye H’aint Got No Man
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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
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
Eye used to sleep a lot
on drugs
ingested religiously
@ 9:11pm
Those Days/Nights are gone forever
as I live
on paint fumes
Hip Hop Music
& M(eye) Own Life
Eye am The Woman
of glitter and gold
Eye have entered The Age
of Silver
to have and to hold
The Age of indifference —
Eye will never grow old
Hey Dr Blair
why don’t you tell them
Eye used to care
I used to wash your hair
like a Japanese housewife
why don’t you tell them
I put cream on your legs
at night
why don’t you tell them
Dr Blair —
Why don’t you tell them —
was Eye CRACKED?
Eye woke This Morning
from The Dream
of cleaning up cat shit
with M(eye) bare hands —
the cat shit was in the shape
of a computer key board —
laid on the seat of M(eye) Grandparents’
Victorian Rosewood Chair.
The Key Board was intricate —
It was Intricate Shit —
and I had It on My Hands
for 25 years
Eye have been stressed —
oppressed, suppressed, repressed —
the snake has no truck
with Me
NOW
Joanna Gilman Hyde 