You Never Asked

Saint Paul, 25 August 2007

You might have

an inattentive friend

surprised to learn

you’ve written what

could only be described

as poetry since long

before you met, had kids

then dropped them off at college

Don’t try explaining this

after too many whiskey chasers

since the daft percussion

of your tongue

might spew the word

abandoned

and you’ll feel

anything but poetic