New verse by Wellington writer James Brown
For five fucking years and fuck
knows how many fucks
he was fucking my friend and
she was fucking my husband.
Angry? Do I sound angry?
These things happen. That’s what he said.
Marriage is a journey and
sometimes you reach the end.
Thanks for that. But you can’t just turn
your feelings off like a tap, can you?
The quiet evenings drip long
into the night. How do you change
a fucking faucet? I hate him most
for being only practically right.
From the new collection of verse Floods Another Chamber by James Brown (Victoria University Press, $25), available at Unity Books.