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a poem by Justin Hyde (2 of 3)
morning after a sixty-two year old woman
took me home from the bar
my ex texted me
as i stumbled across town
to my car
hungover
like a left handed indian:
read some of yr poems online
you've already
started sleeping
with other women?
am i that easy to forget?
i responded
that a lot of it's fiction
how our son
is the closest thing
to a girlfriend
i've got.
but truth is
in the year we've been divorced
i've fucked more women
than i can remember:
most of them
one night stands:
a couple month-long
matinees:
one of them
even managed to
get past the nuts
and took hold
up in my heart
like an orchid.
so yes.
you're quite
forgettable.
as i stumbled across town
to my car
hungover
like a left handed indian:
you've already
started sleeping
with other women?
am i that easy to forget?
that a lot of it's fiction
how our son
is the closest thing
to a girlfriend
i've got.
in the year we've been divorced
i've fucked more women
than i can remember:
one night stands:
matinees:
even managed to
get past the nuts
and took hold
up in my heart
like an orchid.
forgettable.
© by Justin Hyde
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Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #8 ~ March 2010