new moon ramble
Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:58 pm
That damn moon is gone again.
a poet once argued
that the moon was a man
maybe,
men always leave.
In someway or another they leave
it's just what they do.
(A grandfather dies
soon after my father, his son.
Another grandfather, another son,
another uncle; all left,
all died.)
My husband torments me
at our holiday dinner
pouring clotted gravy
onto his piece of roast beef.
My stomach tightens.
After
the women go to the kitchen
leaving <just> two to stare
(suspiciously) at each other
wondering
who will be next.
(the water is running in the bathroom
as a husband clips his nails
short and round
before walking past his bedroom door
and leaving for work
an hour early.)
sure he'll be home tonight,
but what about tomorrow?
(revision 1)
a poet once argued
that the moon was a man
maybe,
men always leave.
In someway or another they leave
it's just what they do.
(A grandfather dies
soon after my father, his son.
Another grandfather, another son,
another uncle; all left,
all died.)
My husband torments me
at our holiday dinner
pouring clotted gravy
onto his piece of roast beef.
My stomach tightens.
After
the women go to the kitchen
leaving <just> two to stare
(suspiciously) at each other
wondering
who will be next.
(the water is running in the bathroom
as a husband clips his nails
short and round
before walking past his bedroom door
and leaving for work
an hour early.)
sure he'll be home tonight,
but what about tomorrow?
(revision 1)