Elly McDonald

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Women Talk (1983)

Genuinely I am genuinely

Not concerned

While Julie’s brother

Got vicious, and we had to put him down

How could he?

How he could do that I’ll never know

I always thought there were rules about these things

And the kids were real upset

 

(On a train

Women talk. Some don’t

Some sit

Staring tense by a window

Into carriage walls

Like railway station billboards

Conversation flits by

Disjointed)

Water off a duck’s back, love

Cheer up

(Random sense uneven

Rhythm volume fading

In and out)

You look like you just lost

Your best friend

 

You were a bad friend to me

(Insisting, she winces

Inflicting mental lashes)

And I loved you

(A voiceless conversation with a man who

Isn’t here)

You weren’t any kind of friend to me

At all

You wouldn’t have tried to help

If I were mangled in front of you

Probably not, anyway

And sometimes I was

I think

But frankly, m’dear

I don’t give a damn

I don’t

Care

I don’t

Care that much

 

Asked me not to laugh

(Smirks a schoolgirl, standing near)

But really

What could I say?

He was so

Embarrassed

And Katy said c’mon

(The train pulls aptly

To a half)

Let’s go home now

Giggling


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Mad Edie (1985)

He and I

Don’t talk much. We never did.

We never did

A lot of things we hoped

We might. We didn’t talk

About it, left unanswered

Hopes unsaid. I said

I wanted yes

I wanted want and

Hope and need and feel

Wanton

Wanton Edie, mad as a

Hatter a hater, Edie

Kneading her brain,

Roll it in crumbs

throw her crumbs

Roll in hay

Wanting needing feeling

Knee-deep

Filling in the hours with

Talk