You’ll go for groceries
smelling like wet dog
and cigarettes after
the retrievers find the
weak part of the fence
the day it rains so hard
your neighbor’s car, surprise,
takes down your mailbox.
Try this on for size:
Your wife marries up,
a husband with no need
to compensate, she jokes.
He’s a dietician and
now her folks will
try to set you up, when
they’re not sending chain letters
for ambassador scams.
You won’t be brave enough
to report the spam.
Your kids call you
fat behind your back.
School administrators
sit them down to ask
about their home life.
Your son learned
what sex is from a movie.
He just turned five.
You sigh. Life sucks
and then you die.
Your family laughs.
“Don’t be so pessimistic,
Dad.” You watch your youngest
grannybowl to hit all
but the final pin: three cheers
and then – “Everyone together!” –
a picture you’re not even in.
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It makes me so happy that you read this anthony! It's nearing my graduation and I'm remembering when you and mark were graduating and we listened to James Brown in your apartment. you guys danced around in your gowns...
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