for Karen Mayo
Put something in this note besides your grief.
Talk about the way you spell relief.
Talk about the freedom of freedom.
Muse about your opportunity.
Laugh about the way you and God
stay in your separate rooms all day
and won't speak to each other
like two cranky old codgers.
You drip coffee grounds across the floor
and he leaves his cigarette butts everywhere,
annoying the hell out of each other.
If he won't talk to you who cares.
Leave this note lying carelessly on the stairs.
--1981
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