I say goodbye to the emotional whippings
the beatings on the side of the tool shed
the slaps across the face at crowded A-List parties.
My term of indentured servitude has concluded.
Rip up the once lawfully binding contract
and throw its contents in a paper shredder.
In turn, let us erase our memories,
any recollection of our 4-year travesty of a partnership.
Each kiss she planted a poison ivy seed.
Each kiss drained my hope.
Each kiss crippled me.
I wave goodbye to the whippings
the poignant monopoly on my broken spirit
the welts that lined the small of my back.
I am free to find another woman now,
one with poison ivy lips to exterminate my core.
© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Written as CURIOSITY