Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronouns

By Gwyneth Lewis Gwyneth Lewis
You made me cry in cruel stations,
So I missed many trains. You married others
In plausible buildings. The subsequent son
Became my boss. You promised me nothing
But blamed me for doubting when who wouldn’t.
If  I knew how to please you — who have found
Out my faults. In dreams I’m wild with guilt. Have pity
Kill it. Then, when I’ve lost all hope,
Kiss me again, your mouth so open — 
I’d give anything for one more night — 
That I go without thought. Don’t bite. No,
Mark me. My husband already knows
Exactly what owns me.

Source: Poetry (April 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the April 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Gwyneth Lewis’s most recent book is Sparrow Tree (Bloodaxe Books, 2011). She has also written two memoirs, Sunbathing in the Rain (Flamingo, 2002) and Two in a Boat (Harper Perennial, 2007).

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SUBJECT Living, Marriage & Companionship, Separation & Divorce, Love, Desire, Heartache & Loss, Unrequited Love

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