You ask, what does it feel like to be married for 50 years
That’s a long time you say
To be with the same man
But I think, not the same man at all
First was the dope-smoking prophet in sandals
That I snatched from the jaws of a zen center
And introduced to family life
Who turned into a bearded woodsman with a sledge hammer
Smashing Chrysler engines in a junkyard
Who then shaved off his beard and developed
A weakness for vodka
Who sobered up
And became a teacher.
Went through a dog, a cat, two guinea pigs, three more cats, and two children.
For 50 years.
What a long long time I say
To be married to so many different men
I look over at him
In his current incarnation
You’ve got to change I say to him.