(Poem #153)Undelivered Mail Dear Daughter, Your father and I wish to commend you on the wisdom of your choices and the flawless conduct of your life Dear Poet! Where is the full-length manuscript you promised us? Your check is waiting The presses are ready and the bookstores are clamoring for delivery Darling, This convention is tedious beyond belief: the hotel is swarming with disgustingly overexposed women far too young to have dignity or any minds at all Dear Patient: The results of your blood tests reveal that your problem stems from a diet dangerously low in pizza and chocolate Dear Mom, You were right about everything and I was an idiot not to listen |
0 comments: - or Leave a comment
Post a Comment