Suddenly starring in our very own – film noir.

… See what happens when you let someone in –

get butchered in the heart and no doctor

can stitch you up; it’s therefor life,

opening and closing …

Ex-husband Number 3, Mr Roderick Wilson

He was my matinée idol,

my Michael Caine as Harry Palmer.

Couldn’t believe he’d wed me

from all those cleavages clamouring.

So I hung my pride up on the washing line

and watched it get soaked.

Told him I loved him several times a day,

so’s he’d stay. Left notes under his pillow,

in his jacket pockets, his socks.

Said he couldn’t breathe.

Told him to get an oxygen tent, didn’t I

Said he needed time alone, to think.

Told him most people could think in the company of others.

(This one wasn’t getting away.

I’d said for ever and meant it.)

Caught him sneaking out one night.

I need some space, Jessie.

That’s when the carving knife

hurdled from its draw with the speed of an Olympic champion

and landed in my hand.

That’s when he said he was divorcing me.

See what happens …

My dear Jessie

I cannot

be a hod carrier

for someone else’s soul

Love

Stanley, dear

tracing fingers

through a window pane

is not enough

Love