Fall Cleaning: What I Am Throwing Away

 

his dolor dungeon          his gray-walled gloom

his nay-saying furrow     his no-music room

his subterfugal lunches     his Buddhist  escape     

his internet lies       his no-regrets relay   

his killer cleft chin     his roshi hard-on

his bloodless husbandry      his ignoring my friends

his foreplay as no play      his book-reading as shield

his smug superiority        his refusal to dive in    

his pat-pats on the shoulder     his kissless lips    

his verbal pokes in the eye with a sharp stick

his snoring drunk      his photos of misogynist men   

his Henry Miller zen      his  bowing out again and again    

his hating the family    his not coming with       his not reading

beside     his claws for hands      his ethics for the page

his back            his back

(his withholding even that)

his need to be worshiped      his stingy charm   

his ironic mad twists      his snide undivine

his blaming the woman      his gouty stolid

his self-hating Jew        his Jewish girlfriends

his cold choler     his cases of wine       his demand for red meat

his always                 his way      his always            his has to be

his hidden e-mails      his having to be on top      his having to be right

his going to bed 9:30 at night 

 

 

 

 

 

© Sharon Dolin