your wife the nun

you come home
from work one day
and your wife
is wearing a nun's habit.
the robe, the hat,
the cross. what's up,
you say opening
the refrigerator
to get a piece of cold
chicken from last
nights dinner.
i'm becoming a nun
she says. i've given
my heart to god.
what about me, you
say, sitting at the table,
buttering bread,
and nibbling on
a drumstick. what
am i supposed to do?
i don't know, she says,
adjusting her large
white brimmed hat.
whatever happened to
till death do us part?
you ask her.
dunno, she says, i
guess it died, but
can you zip me up?
i've got a seven o'clock
mass tonight and i've
got to get a bunch
of candles going, pour
the wine, iron
some robes, etc. etc.