An old woman remembers

1 November 2017

her four husbands, each man a puzzle

beetroot stains on his pale grey jacket
an obvious clue on the first date
not to engage with the man who became
The first husband

should have withdrawn from Man number two
when he began to speak baby talk to his penis
(as if it were a pink budgie and just as cute it wasn’t)
but by then too late

The third man, like the eponymous character
of the Orson Welles film, had secrets to be dug up
and she had him buried in soft grey sand
on a hot Perth summer’s day

given that he’d had six wives prior, and she’d
already had three husbands, then quite frankly
Number four was a puzzle she should have solved
well before

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