“Tomorrow I’ll be gone,” he said.
“I’ve needed more excitement.”
My fault. How I coulda shoulda
Changed his 90 days of treatment.
Memory is a needle screech
Across his broken record.
He’ll be back to his old habits
As “The Single Guy Moves Forward.”
I pity the next girl victim
That he catches in his Internet
With bait of a happy, healthy fiction.
Like the person that I met.
Don’t tell her what you are.
Not the psych ward, or the rehab,
Lifetime orders of protection,
The meds you take or time spent.
Use laughter as deflection.
Don’t speak a word of how you rage and rant at night.
Oh, no, no, no. Not that.
While dating, keep it light.
What you “need in a relationship”
Can’t come from any human.
Cook and clean and work, anticipate your whims
And, “call me. Call me. Call me!”
“Pay the rent, Bitch!”
(Ain’t nothin’ but a shitfuck, two-bit whore.)
Oh, Baby! I’m so sorry.”
Then after you abuse with words,
Try to show her what that hole is for.
Your disease is showing, Honey.
Take your ugly list of needs.
You can take the junk out of the junky;
But you’re dying from your greed.
© Sandra Lyon Kramer
Excerpt from the book The Only Words my Soul Knows
About the Author
Sandra Lyon Kramer is a poet, artist, and political blogger. Her first published work was an essay that appeared in the “My Turn” column of the Los Angeles Daily News in June of 1992. The following year she won The National Author’s Registry President’s Award for Literary Excellence for “Starless” and was recognized by the International Society of Poets as a Poet of Merit.
Sandra is the former owner of two free-press publications, The Anti-Press and the Reality Press, and was a contributor to the Daily News, the Daily Journal, and Antelope Valley Focus Magazine. She now operates Tiny House Productions in the Los Angeles area and is a frequent participant in open mic events at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural in Sylmar, California.
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