05-03-2016, 05:23 AM
Husband’s Deposition: Accidental Suicide
She’s always been kinked like a grey hose
in fifty or so places. I thought marriage
would be the steady back and forth
of a lawn sprinkler not pressure
washing a fence. It got so I had trouble
even turning the water on. I found
the two of them coiled together
tied to the bed, doused in kerosene,
gone all flambé—must have been friction.
She’s always been kinked like a grey hose
in fifty or so places. I thought marriage
would be the steady back and forth
of a lawn sprinkler not pressure
washing a fence. It got so I had trouble
even turning the water on. I found
the two of them coiled together
tied to the bed, doused in kerosene,
gone all flambé—must have been friction.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson