of divorce, the marriage counselor,
nearing retirement,
sitting owl like
in her stiff chair,
suggested
that to ease
the tension in the house,
that when i went
home tonight,
to tell a joke, or
to put on a funny hat.
my heart sank.
i sighed.
whatever she was charging
i suddenly wanted
my money back.
it was too late anyway.
i was
at the firehouse asking
for help
when everything had
burned down
to ash.
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