Any Way She Died Poem by James McLain

At the mental health
department
is where I met her
I was still living in my car
you know
where after your wife
says you molested
your daughter
because she's sleeping
with your sister
with you're little girl
in the bed
with them
and you bought
a lot of property and still
had money
coming in and the plan
was for you to take your own life
you know
the sick things that only
someone after being married
eight times
could really think of.

Any way this is the way for
some to get
all of the marital assets
in America
now
and their are some that you
thought
were honest
and after picking her up
from the hospital
after being Baker Acted
she did things
with my parts and she used
one hand then
the other when it grew tired
then I was told she died
and of those that knew her
professionally
most that knew her were glad.

Personally
it felt like
my belly button
was being pulled out of the
end by a string
and her eyes would
grow blank
and she could
feel my sharp pains
and
when it was over
I would fall deep asleep
until it was time to leave.