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
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.
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
Sun-meshed horizon
colouring clouds, Eye can hear
M(eye) morning bird song
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
Why not wipe him out
with one swipe of my black pen
and take back my son?
One foine day
I’ll be picked up
way off this ground
Eye’ve lived on
for 15 billion years —
think of the germs
I’ll leave behind
while The Big Bang Theory
is only something
to sneeze at
Joanna Gilman Hyde 