He’s an infaturation
a soft warm breeze
blowing by and maybe
now my husband blurts out
you want to hear
everything he says
then continues in his
rapid staccato speech
maybe now it all
seems so interesting
an interruption
in the flow of your life
Later, my husband adds
on to his diatribe, and tells
me I will tire of all the new
things my new love confides
which now make me feel so good
After all, he said, you’re tired
of your best friend’s shit
and everyone else’s
I replied, yeah I guess so
So I’ll probably get tired
of him too after 30 years or so
You know what I mean
he says, smirking in
response to my smirk
you’d be happy too
if Billy Collins made
you his protege
Yes I would I said
But I’m not Billy Collins
