JULY UNDER THE BRIDGE

on the shore the mock orange turned brown spent;
ochre heads of yarrow replaced them;

almost the way a man
swaps out one wife for another.

a protest, not my ex-husband!
but a husband.

little houses float the canal
one has three gables & green shutters,

another a five tiered pagoda in gold,
behind it a wee Chrysler building.

I look around for the meaning of this fuss
but unlike the yarrow and new wife

there is no explanation.
no explanation for the tiny Black woman

on the thirteenth floor of the Chrysler building
with broken face & loud sobs she gestures down

down at the green seething beneath
where I see my own brown spent.

HE SAID

Don’t bother me
(many times!) to a woman
hungry of hearing

in his youth his front teeth
parted to allow the desire

of a hockey puck to pass by
his wife didn’t care if he lisped

don’t bother me
as long as in public he solidified

crimson tie tied straight
minty breath house to indentured gleam

she tight round his arm
like a vermeil bracelet

Don’t Bother Me tattooed
where his heart should beat.


stephanie roberts is a Quebec-based poet and previous contributor to BHP including https://burninghousepress.com/2019/02/28/featured-photo-artist-stephanie-roberts/. Her forthcoming full poetry collection will be published with McGill-Queen’s University Press, spring of 2020. She believes lying is a form of cowardice but is a screwdriver in the toolbox of the writer. Twitter shenanigans @ringtales.

Banner Image: “Vertigo” by Robert Frede Kenter Tweets at: @frede_kenter

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