70spoems/girlfriend*

A POEM TO MY EX-HUSBAND’S GIRLFRIEND ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE

Why, of course, we’re friends,
it’s only new age enlightened
civilized.
Certainly, he speaks highly
of me. I command his utmost
respect. Having destroyed
each other there is no longer
the need to war. This shark’s
tooth necklace, his fangs
pulled from my own young
flesh. His skin beneath my
nails, his hair flying
into my nostrils, my foot
bruised from kicking.
Why, of course, we’re friends,
having splintered
his male psyche like old wood
for the fire. Cat mad scratching
for self flings dog to cold
nights alone without a home
and only an old shin bone
saved to gnaw and cry.
Cat mad scratching to be self
gone mad alone.
He came back to be my friend.

6/23/76