missing
from the house.
who else has a key
to the front door
of the dearly departed
not yet cold.
some money and a checkbook
are missing,
assorted
jewelry
and credit cards.
a ring or two.
the wallet has never
been so light.
the gun was
a pearl handle
revolver,
from World War two,
once kept in the now
open lock box.
we've searched everywhere
for it,
but no luck,
we did find however,
under the sagging bed,
a box full
of eight track videos
circa nineteen-eighty-eight.
each covering
a variety of desires.
one in particular reads
on the label.
Oh, Those Nurses.
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