Susan McLean
What You Told Me When You Demanded a Divorce
You married me because
your father told you to
exploit his marriage clause.
You married me because,
while you were studying laws,
a wife would help you through.
You married me because
your father told you to.
The Day After
After Thanksgiving, an eagle sits on an oak
by the foot of the dam, where the water never freezes;
a panhandler, with sign in hand, stands mute
at the intersection. Traffic passes; Jesus
fails to show. The sky is blue and bare
and endless. A day of feasting, weeks of dearth.
Hunger is winter's daughter. Peace on earth.
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