Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: marriage

The Dr’s Dream Girl

He loved me ill

He loved me sick

He took My Hand

I took His Dick

It was Dr Blair

Who made Me Come

Oh that Hunter!

What a Bum

The Agreement

Two months ago

Eye wrote “The End of A Marriage”

How endless

as I saw him gaunt

guarding his door

against my onslaught:

“This has GOT to end”

He agreed.

Final Fuck

He slammed The Book

on me

in the twilight of His Room

lit by one tranquillity candle

in blue-scented quiet

His Slam rang out

right next to me

Re-shifted

Hey WHB — how come

you didn’t defend me

that time Eye was demonstrating

with a bread knife saying

“Eye could prove a point with this”

BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —

why didn’t you tell Eliza

Eye was being your favourite type

of humour: “ironic”

instead you called the Mounties on me

and had me hauled away in an ambulance

to the psych ward —

how come you never defended me?

The Sweaters of Eva

My first marriage

saw an array

of hand-knit sweaters

from My Beloved Mother-in-law

Peter’s Mother

Who clothed Me in fuzzy lavender

bold black and white and red

thalo green with purple grapes

and close-fitting short-sleeved

peachy butterflies

 

Today in Roseway Manor

Eye gave Eva cream for Her Hands

and She clasped Them together

happily

and I remembered

I Am

I Am

My Own Bed Partner:

Me, My Self & Eye

Shall I have a Menage a Trois

after marrying twice?

First for Mother & Children

Second for Sex & Money

I Am

Single now with a refrain

“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”

 

*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969

The Grounds Keeper

My Husband lives

adjacent to a grave yard

where plastic flowers

blow into His Yard —

strewn along the edges

of His Drive

for Me to pick up

to arrange

on His Table

Remembrance

Eye am My Father’s Daughter

an early riser

non-committer

Eye am My Mother’s Daughter

alone on an island

but not with sheep

It’s windy out

but I am snug

with My giant Mug of Decaf

writing for Dr Blair —

or is that Hunter

this time?

Attention!!

My soon-to-be-X

recently messaged

My Daughter Eliza

that he would like to see Me

“left twisting in the wind –”

well there’s a storm tonight

and Eye am here by My Self

cozy in My Bed

with The Power still on

Behind The Scenes

Eye have been to bed

with My Dark Haired

sex kitten

who hides in Her Covers

comfortable, finally

showing me Her Clothes

sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:

prom dresses in satin,

day dresses in pink knobbly knit

and her mother’s fall gown

of poppy floral design

photographed for a first wedding

to the first husband — father

of my hide-away friend

who has never been

a bride