Burning the Letters

Burning the Letters
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“My fox is better than
an ordinary fox”
—Ted Hughes
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Love, love, and well—
I was sick of it all, his Foxes
And Pikes and Gobbledygook

I got tired of it all—
Built a fire and dumped his stupid
Male manuscripts into the flames
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Letting the fire eat it up—
Licking and fawning the Fox
All his crummy pack of male lies

So much for the Thought Fox—
All his letters and death rattles
Sulking, pouting in the wastebasket
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His Yorkshire bullshit—
Mytholmroyd Mumbo-Jumbo
All his Rabbit-Catcher Crud

Letting the manuscripts burn—
The ratty paperwork melt & sag
The end of me pushing his career
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Let him bend and cringe—
For himself now, the spry fags
At Farber have always wanted him

He’s just a dumb fish now—
A bodiless owl, another loser
Do all men pretend like him?
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With a tin eye and a fake smile—
Butching it up in a housedress
Blind as a bunch of dead gimps?

Nothing consoles me now—
I haven’t lost anything at all
He was never mine in the first place
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There’s nothing more to say—
Big Bad Daddy’s all the same way
All men just sheer Mendacity

I kicked him outta of my life—
Smashed the Schmuck to Smithereens
Time for me to be Ariel Dominatrix
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After the divorce he’ll pay—
For child support & everything I say
Let Eliot & Auden pay for that!

So much for the Thought Fox—
And Assia’s grandiose Penis-Pike
And Dido Merwin’s tacky Facelift
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He’s on his own now, my dears—
His pale eyes & groaning gutturals
His greasy hair & veins like trees

So much for male Braggadocio—
The dogs are after his Testicles
May pain be eternally his