—THE MORE I LEARN, THE LESS I KNOW

 

 

House at Pooh Corner

 

       In the house where you died I slept on the floor by the couch until the pooch came wagging licked me on the face so sloppy then gave up pronto

       In the house where you died mail fell through the slot all those bills and notices no one ever notices so what’s the use you used to say

       In the house where you died our children came around and knelt down as if to pray patting my dull shoulders like novice bread-makers though I shooed them off most gentlemanly

       In the house where you died I cried a little but then I laughed and became erect yes erect there thinking of how you arched that time over the heated hood of our old Toyota when we were just three weeks married and enough was never enough

       In the house where you died I sang your favorite song House at Pooh Corner sang it over and over until you laid down and told me I had a honey jar stuck on my nose Silly Goose saying what a large jar it was to cover up all that stuff no one ever sees or talks about anymore