Brecken Hancock: Four Poems

BRECKEN

Booze tides me.
tv abides me.

My tits slung
astride me,

I noose quiet
to lie with me.

My other husband’s
a broom.

 

PROGRESSION BLUNTS EMPATHY

Hush now, Mama, don’t
say a word. Daughter’s gonna
drink until you’re cured.

 

SYMPTOMS INCLUDE DISINHIBITION

In lusting after
their son, Sandy remembers
her husband, young.

 

LIFE’S A CYCLE OF HAIRSTYLES

Husband leaves me.
I swill another.

Sandy cleaves me.
You only get one mother.

Best friends’ babies
amass like cloud cover.

Why wasn’t Mommy
a better lover?

 

SONY DSCBrecken Hancock’s poetry, essays, interviews and reviews have appeared in EVENT, CV2, Grain, The Fiddlehead and Studies in Canadian Literature. She is Reviews Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine and Interviews Editor for Canadian Women in the Literary Arts. She lives in Ottawa.