She burns
her old boyfriends
watches
each
(one by one)
writhe & wriggle
trying to get out
of the situation
their lies
(now as then)
had put them in.
Their lies
going up in flames
their smiles
nothing now but ash
& the charred
remains of photographs
(here an ear
there a hand)
survives
the auto-de-fe
almost as if
she couldn’t forget
her very favourite
bits of them
her many & various
men.
Now they are
nothing
but smoke
drifting over next door neighbours hedge
leaving little smudges
on the wind tossed washing.
She felt she
had escaped
their power
to hold her.
“Well, that’s
wipe the slate clean! ”
“Let’s start
again! ”
The sound of her
Rabbit vibrator
louder than
next door’s lawn mower.
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-boyfriends/
