Eye wear regal fakery
on My Left Ring Finger —
solid gold
on My Right.
The World will be told
why
some time soon
if the parties involved
feel like it
Eye have had My Fill
of wedding rings
& long black hairs
dislodged from corners,
bed & bath
The man is Mine —
if He is a Man —
and I cannot live
the single life
With This Ring
Eye Thee Wed
Upon My Brother’s Chain
Around My Neck
I Am Thy Slave
Women are at least
as territorial as men,
and Eye run
a tight ship.
Eye may not want to
clean & cook for My Husband:
Eye fuck legally
Eye hear the waves
from across The Guzzle
where rising
My Husband resides.
Eye will not be pushed around
by Him
or anyone else.
My presence
is
remarkable.
Is This The Oldest Line In The Book?
There is nothing romantic
about The Sexual Power Play.
I am under His Control
and Eye don’t like it.
Eye am an egg
sitting here
and He is the forceful sperm.
I have no choice but to wait
for Him
and Eye don’t like it.
Who has put Me
in this vulnerable position?
God?
Today’s Summer
is The One Eye Choose
of Silver Robes
& Black Bathing Suits
tripping through the heated fog
of Our Hawk Beach
to South Side
where fighting lovers
meet with chaperons
to win back
the sultry longing
exuded by Their Latest
Expose
There was a time —
boy was it a time —
when I was sent
to the heights
of sexual gratification
in a Holiday Inn
in Moncton, New Brunswick
without the face of a man
Joanna Gilman Hyde 