that i was on her hit list
when
she invited the insurance salesman
over for dinner,
one night,
bringing along
his briefcase
holding a fresh
copy of a million dollar
policy,
insuring my life.
i became very
very
suspicious that she was
up to something,
maybe secretly
trying to poison me
despite being
my lovely lovely wife.
from then on i let the dog
taste everything
that was on my plate,
or lick clean
with his eager long tongue,
my fork and knife.
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