by Larry Brody
NOTE FROM LB
A true story about a visit – a long time ago! – that never should have been made, built upon a premise that first appeared here just a few weeks ago. When I’m being deliberately poetic (and, maybe, obtuse) I think of this as “An Ode to Divorce.”
Sitting Shivah
The other day I saw a woman I once loved.
She was Kid Hollywood’s second wife,
The one I never liked.
I waited for the rage that had always
Shaken the Kid’s gut when he was with her,
Even during the best of times.
Where was that quickening of my heartbeat,
The good old fight or flight?
Where was the wild helplessness,
That sense of being caged?
Ah, I was someone else now,
Even though she still seemed the same,
And my pulse stayed steady, my stomach
As empty as my heart. Without fury
I didn’t know what to do.
Kid Hollywood was the one with the bitterness,
With contempt that made way only for hate.
All I felt was sorrow for the two of them.
Him then,
Her now,
Because Kid Hollywood has shuffled off to Buffalo,
But she still is the same.
Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.
