Your wives left
without a trace
Both of them
They plucked
their long hair
from the kitchen sink
did not forget the ring
nor the domestic combs
Not one stray stocking
did they leave
Not a fingerprint
nor a subscription
to a magazine
They fled
Gathered their feathers
and bobby pins and string
Left nothing
Took their towels
and their initials
one child
expensive shoes
and vamoosed
Without a clue
You must’ve said
something cruel
You must’ve done
something mean
for women to gather
all of their things