You’re laughing. Into your salad.
May 9, 2012
Near The End
You’re laughing. Into your salad. And I think you owe me the courtesy of telling me what was so funny that you had swallow. For the second time. Everything that you had already digested.
I went out to a trout pond. With Vic and Ed. They threw out their lines. And I opened a book. And started reading your verse. And you said. Fish are like God. No one really believes they exist.
Someone was pounding at my chest. Like a knock at the front door. When you’re in the basement. Hiding behind the furnace. I held my breath. And hoped they would leave. But the girl beside me. Said she would have to go upstairs. And pee.
God keeps a special list. His Son as a stand-up comic. And the names of those who didn’t laugh at his jokes.