last note
—a poem by Justin Hyde

drop by
your ex wife's
middle of the day
to grab some
final belongings.

two wine glasses
in the sink

and your wedding photos
which only last week
still hung in the hallway

are gone.

you smell
the sheets
and pillows
in her bed

then you find
a used condom
in the
bathroom garbage

as your heart
fills with

dropping down
into your

Justin Hyde lives in Iowa where he works with criminals. He has a web-page here: