2016-12-29

the married woman
— poetry by Justin Hyde

the married woman

parked her minivan
next to my small apartment
most afternoons

i was going to crack her open
steal her soul
and split (my m.o.)

but she had discovered
her body
could do some amazing things
and that's all she needed
from me

you'll be ready for love
in your forties
she called my card
seeing right through me

i'm thirty-eight today
martha

alone again

the piece of gum
i pulled out of your mouth
with my lips

the first time we kissed

is still here
under my blue card-table.




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Justin Hyde is a poet and Literary Editor for The Commonline Journal. He is the former Poetry Editor of Thieves Jargon and the author of the chapbooks Down Where the Hummingbird Goes to Die (2008) and Another Casualty at the 34th St. Bus Stop (2009). His last collection of poems is An Elephant Hole (2014, Interior Noise Press). He lives in Iowa and works with criminals. 

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