new this month
“Hi, honey...I’m home”
Casting all doubt before you, I assume, your face glowing
like the nightlight I still need,
having not gotten to sleep anyway....
Not that you’d understand one, even if it was....
Your idea of a good day is something I don’t even
wanna think about, involving - as it does - some pathetic
infraction of your precious pecking order,
so freely allowing the exercise of your God-given right
“How are the kids?”
Lisa’s been upstairs squeezing pimples all afternoon,
so the bathroom mirror looks like hell.
And, that whining bully you call your “son”
hasn’t done anything specific,
but it still makes me sick to even look at him....
“I’ve had a hard day, darling - we’ve
had to lay off more staff, and...guess who got the hard
Guess who got to play with knives & people’s
lives is much more like it - but, then...that’d be
a little too raw for you, now...wouldn’t it?
And besides, you only really like victims when
they’re already trussed-up, naked, and delivered to
you on a plate...jaws gagged w/an apple,
so’s there’s no unseemly screeching, or - God
forbid - talking back..
But, as for me, I’m gone....
John Henry Calvinist