Christian Peet
THE GODDESS AS A PASSING THOUGHT

I hear her wailing, back from my dark bathroom
or bedroom, meditating now sometimes
two or three hours at a sitting. Stretching

'Ah, young Nicolette' I sigh, 'You nightmare.
I was planning on a little Shakespeare
but that's hopeless now.' Find the hole

in the east window blind, line up my eye
and watch her slide, black skirt caught beneath her
but a moment. Pissy, patented pout.

Kohl, mink, fishnets. Hammered
gold choker. Swollen lips.
One day a queen, the next a frigid victim

shallow-breathing in a plowed snow bank
wearing only a pearl necklace, drunk.
Neglected, whining, though her faithful Chuck

drives truck and shoots road movies, sweet, G-rated
affairs for Nico and their lumpish son.
'New Orleans sounds like a hot time,' she moaned

once, Chuck hours south with no phone call.
'Oh, I love big rigs,' I mused, 'My old Ford 350
had a roll bar, fat white sidepipes.' Yeah, right.

What, I have Tourette's? 'My wife, she calls
such joys boy toys, but once she rode a hog.'
Silence. Then, 'You want to come inside?'

New Years day, Chuck slogged outside and cried
into a snow-gust, 'I see you too are forced
to smoke outside. What's your wife's deal?'

--'The same as yours,' I sighed. --'We're pussy-whipped!'
he spat and then, hunched, visibly undone
made like the Family Wagon needed wrenching

Christian Peet is a Bennington graduate, winner of an Academy of American Poet's Prize, and a semester away from a Goddard MFA. Thus he has worked as a dishwasher/prepcook, carpenter's apprentice, sheetmetal fabricator, hired hand on a goat farm, maintenance man, landscaper, and convenience store clerk. His poems appear or are forthcoming in SFSU's Fourteen Hills, Burning Word, Coelacanth Magazine, Eclectica, Pig Iron Malt, and The Adirondack Review. Christian lives in Nooksack, Washington and can be reached at ranchproductions@hotmail.com.

 

 

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