Clinton Inman’s most recent poem to appear here was The Greatest Hit (July 2013).
By Clinton Van Inman
I wished I had never met you, Hank.
I wished I had never married you.
I wished to God you had never drank.
I wished our daughter had never come.
I wished you never bruised and battered me.
But Hank, when you harmed our daughter
I had to put that gun to your head.
Sorry Hank, I had to pull the trigger.
And even though they call it manslaughter
And even though I’m still your wife
And even now more certain it is for life,
I’d do it again, you sonofabitch.