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Susan McLean, ‘The Other Woman’

What makes you think your husband’s what I want?
Does he think that? He’s dumb as mud, if so.
To me, a man’s a fast-food restaurant,
just grab and go. Maybe that hurts to know,
but joints like that are everywhere—and packed.
It’s not a lifetime contract; it’s a meal.
I don’t do long-term. Obstinates attract.
I’m bad for him. He knows. Big fucking deal.

Nobody has a long attention span
these days. So, what do you do when you’re bored?
Binge-watch TV, drink white wine, find a man?
You want security, but feel ignored
and miss that fizz of come what may. Guess what:
we all end up alone. You think you’re not?

*****

Susan McLean writes: “This poem got its start as an entry to a sonnet contest held by the online journal Better Than Starbucks in 2019. It won the contest, appeared in the journal, and was later reprinted in Extreme Sonnets II. I like the dramatic monologue form, and once I thought of the situation, an “other woman” being confronted by the outraged wife of the man she has slept with, the voice of a woman with an attitude just came to me.

“Ironically, the poem’s content was influenced by my experience of teaching students to write essays in a college composition class. One of the subjects I typically had them write about was the obesity epidemic in America, what was causing it, and how the situation might be improved. I was surprised to learn that my students were often angry on being told that fast food might be hurting them. Many of them had been raised on it, loved it, and depended on it because it was what they could afford. They did not want to be informed of how many calories it contained or what it might be doing to their health. But the other influence on the poem was my sympathy for anyone trying to start a relationship in an era of short attention spans, instant gratification, and online dating sites. There’s a lot of loneliness out there, and not just among single people.

“Finally, for me what makes this sonnet work is the underlying humor in what is a very uncomfortable situation. The wife, who initiates the confrontation, seems to want the other woman to back off, but finds that the woman has no particular interest in the husband, and that the husband is only pursuing her because she is not interested in him. The wife is further thrown off balance when the other woman suggests that the two women have more in common than the wife may want to believe. When a clichéd situation doesn’t turn out the way you expect it to, the element of surprise contributes to the humor.”

Susan McLean has two books of poetry, The Best Disguise and The Whetstone Misses the Knife, and one book of translations of Martial, Selected Epigrams. Her poems have appeared in Light, Lighten Up Online, Measure, Able Muse, and elsewhere. She lives in Iowa City, Iowa.
https://www.pw.org/content/susan_mclean

Photo: “The Other Woman” by Professor Bop is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

Short poem: ‘Beach’

Here on the vast beach, you, my hundred friends,
Can see how sea stretched tight round curved earth bends,
How empty sun-filled sky fills timeless Time.
My arms stretch out, but you can’t see how I’m
Trapped, caged, confined, boxed in, in love, alone.
Come, sun, burn beach and skin, bleach hair and bone,
Flay life to its essentials: love alone.

This poem was originally published in The Rotary Dial, a wonderfully rich monthly published as a pdf in Toronto, much missed after suddenly stopping publication. It was edited by Alexandra Oliver and Pino Coluccio, both prize-winning Canadian formal poets, Oliver being the more serious and Coluccio less so, as his collection titled ‘Class Clown‘ suggests.

Coluccio was very kind in comments about my poem, calling it “Borderline Hopkinsesque in a way, ecstatic quality” which made me reevaluate and revalue it. This is one of the interesting things about having your work published, or even merely read by others – things that you take for granted may be found exciting by others, just as things that excite you may just elicit yawns elsewhere. One human may have some diversity of moods, but that is nothing compared to the enormous diversity of humans as a whole. It is fascinating to hear the reactions of others, in all things.

‘Beach’ was subsequently republished in The HyperTexts and in Better Than Starbucks.

WARNING: The Rotary Dial domain name now appears to have been taken over by an unrelated and anonymous group. I would avoid it.

Photo: “beach” by barnyz is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

Poem: ‘The Moon’

The birds of dawn
Sing Come out on the lawn.

Flowers
Say Seize the hours.

The day, the sun
Say Don’t stay – look, laugh, run.

Warm rain
Says More! Again!

A tree
Simply says Be.

Beyond the trees, the beach
Rumbles Extend your reach.

A cliff
Asks: If?

The sand
Calls for a handstand.

A wave
Says Misbehave.

Sunset
Asks you, Done yet?

The moon, that overhanging stone…
The moon says You’re alone.

This poem was originally published in Snakeskin. It was an attempt to capture the bittersweetness of living in–or perhaps specifically growing up in–a rural or isolated environment. It’s wonderful to be wild in the wilderness except that, almost by definition, you’re likely to be on your own. And that’s fine, a lot of the time…

Anyway, that freedom is what my childhood and stretches of my 20s were like, and what I came back to after decades away–the difference being that now I’m no longer alone! 🙂 

Photo: “Full Moon Beach Ride July 2012” by gasmith is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0