The Night She Left

She called me a beast
but she had the claws
Only used them on me
once, the night she left,
glaring behind her
oversized shades
and wrapped in

overreaction
Couldn't admit the truth
Not my fault
She found someone else
I know she did
But she'll be back
Look at all the stuff

she left behind
The sewing kit,
motherless
in a nest of torn blouses
Last night's dishes,
sunk like an oily wreck
The silks and furs I had to give,
hanging headless
like ghosts of past loves

Betty Dobson
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