“How to Argue,” by Melody Wilson
Aug 20th, 2021 | By Defenestration“For a successful marriage,” the grandmother said,” Always argue in the nude.”
“For a successful marriage,” the grandmother said,” Always argue in the nude.”
once never future husbands grilled
burgers and explained internal combustion,
while stroking red and black Craftsman drills
and popping Viagra and statins.
I am not a poet. I am a lawyer.
Why? Because I’d rather
make money, which I do. Well,
A magpie on a slippery branch
In the cloying wind!
A gloomy October day…
And yellow leaves
Pale and wet against
Somewhat plagiarized black boughs
First time I saw you, I was at the wheel
of a powerboat, bone-rattle slamming
over the roiling waves. I was decked out
in rubber suit, goggles, breathing
apparatus. The full man-of-action kit.
I was pumped up, ready to dive, emerge,
scramble over rocks, haul myself
through crevices and up gradients,
basically the whole Milk Tray scenario.