You hugged me
like a ten inch child, crying
I felt the soft sticky wetness
of your tears, doing an exotic snake dance
down my legs.
my friend Carol, said that you looked
lovely standing at the party last night
she was stunned by the enormity of your
fire helmet.
I was proud of you
before I hurried you off to the clinic
where you complained annoyingly about
your head itching and your neck burning
I felt ashamed, as you bowed
your head down between my legs
it was inevitable, I knew that one day
your uncontrollable lust would murder you
us.
I can no longer look at you, or hold you
in front of the mirror, or show you off
to our very special friends. I hate you.
I'm on medication now and my beautiful wife
is screaming for a divorce
...sometimes I wish I never had you.
Marvin Tate
Schoolyard of Broken Dreams. Tia Chucha Press, copyright 1994 Marvin Tate.
