Friday, November 5, 2010


darling, i have some bad news.
the pink eye of my right has
swollen overnight, and i am
not of face to drink red wine
and slum cigarettes at your

office Christmas party .
this year i will miss
your hand on Delta's high
and mighty behind, as she
glances at me shyly pleased,
to be so clearly well endowed.

give her flank a pretty spank
as she whinnies in her rum.
i'll be home swollen and alone-
hardly any fun.
willing to sacrifice the platter
spread for my husband's

reputation, i'll keep tuned
to Reality Television and it's
humping and bumping and
imbibing. i've been brought to
tears before with the emptiness.

but tonight my right eye can't cry.
with my left good eye, keeping
one on the prize, keeping Clintonesque
persistence in the value of
this marriage- i change channels
in flickers of dark and light as

you squeeze her sweating carriage.

m.m.e *undated. old. **the poem, not me.
Drax said...

Is good.

Ms. Moon said...

Well, I'm glad you brought that one out because I fucking love it. Sorry for the swear word. Nothing else would do.

Annie said...

Wow, Maggie, this is a great poem, very different from any other one of yours I've read- carefully, perfectly constructed with momentum and characterization and story and understated pathos. (Your other poems do that, too, but in very different ways, and you know I love them all, each unique, expertly crafted, and valuable!) I'm still waiting for a volume of your published poems, and I'm always happy when I read one here.

* said...

Love the rhyme, the voice, the word, "Clintonesque," the "i've been brought to
tears before with the emptiness."

And, oddly, last night, my left eye kept watering, wouldn't stop, like it was crying. My right eye? Nothing.

37paddington said...

wow. stunning.

Irish Gumbo said...

Maggie May FTW!

Anonymous said...

You word play is lots of fun and your word choice is. Thanks for sharing!

Caroline @ The Feminist Housewife said...

I hope everything is going well...I can imagine what a difficult decision it is to try a version. Best of luck with the rest of the pregnancy, delivery, and getting that baby to TURN! = )

37paddington said...

I know this moment, too. You capture it so perfectly, in all its pain and delusion. fear of loss is a motherfucker. it's such a beautiful poem, Maggie May.

Still Life With Coffee said...

gosh..i love how it sounds when I say it aloud.

Anonymous said...

Love this

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