Liz Phair never said
anything about him
Instead her songs eluded to
what my thoughts were exactly
Anne Sexton was an infamous mistress
she washed off like watercolor
Sometimes I think he is the grime on my car
three weeks thick that the rain can’t erase
Song lyrics and lines from poems
compare nothing to the silence
on the other end of the phone
This was about Mike, my sophomore year in college boyfriend. It was one of those on-again, off-again relationships that was so tumultuous I had to stop talking about it to my friends because they would murder me. Even two years after the breakup he still haunted me.
The Anne Sexton poem I am referring to is my my favorite called “For My Lover Returning to His Wife.” I read it so many times that I still have it memorized over a decade later.