Old poems, never more relevant than today #MeToo
does the honourable Member remember a night
when he wanted to lie outside?
he was drunk of course but still
sometimes I enter a hole in my
belly head first
does he remember the time before I slipped
out of the second person the time
when any time was question time in the house?
we are married but we live de facto
I am a habit and a fact I know
I am dull but I seem to be stuck
I am glad he has found the lady with purple carpets
the metropolitan lady who knows who is who
and who is nobody at all she
is never mentioned but I know
for every public man there is a lady
with purple carpets or a parade
I am sad for her lonely weekends
I would like to say I am not greedy
I have learned to share
he has filed her Tuesday to Thursday
I am Happy Weekend Wife
Backbone of the Nation
voice in the belly has no bones
did I say that already?
I know I am dull
Rachel McAlpine (1978)
This is the second poem from an old sequence, Sheila and the Honourable Member. They are totally relevant in the era of #MeToo. I wish that wasn’t true.
The first poem is THIS IS ME, SHEILA, TALKING