Freshman year – Hell Week hazing
found you bathed in lust.
found you bathed in lust.
If only Mrs. Davis LCW
had confirmed your fear you were gay.
had confirmed your fear you were gay.
Instead you,
the boy I chose,
called me nymphomaniac
on our wedding night,
called me nymphomaniac
on our wedding night,
and I agreed,
put away
my ice-white chemise.
the man I still loved, phoned:
Rescue me. I’m obsessed
with men in jeans,
Rescue me. I’m obsessed
with men in jeans,
and I became anorexic
so you could come
with me in my Calvins.
the husband I still wanted, hedged:
The “Playgirl” you found –
I bought it for you,
The “Playgirl” you found –
I bought it for you,
and I morphed
into Victor Victoria,
a woman being a man being a woman.
the man I no longer knew
insisted: Only you think
I’m gay. I’m just stressed,
insisted: Only you think
I’m gay. I’m just stressed,
and I colluded
with this crazy-making confusion,
afraid to be alone.
The father of my children announced
Your mother is leaving me –
she is mentally ill
Your mother is leaving me –
she is mentally ill
and I, the family’s
designated bad guy,
took the hit.
