Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Name Change

I want him in the supply closet
at the lawyer's office, waiting for the
half hour to pass, I want him
to protest, softly, I want him to call
my name, twice, and I want him
to kneel with his head under my skirt.
I want him to take me, there, as
the attorney parses my husband's divorce
petition, and I want us both to pause,
trembling, while the receptionist
calls us and tries my cell phone,
and I want us to stay there, in the dim room,
with the door locked from the outside.


Valerie Loveland said...

Nice ending!

greg rappleye said...

Yeah. Great poem.

I felt that way, too.

Radish King said...

Oh Christine, this is terrific. Visceral and muscular. I've come back several times to reread.

Nick said...

Emotionally charged...great read thanks!

tearful dishwasher said...


Beautiful, strong, specific, exact. A very strong poem.