(A question people ask all the time, even when they’ve read my poems.)
Ken across the street didn’t cross
for 25 years and then, just did.
Ken’s daughter, a prison guard, said
yesterday after not talking to us for
10 years or so I wondered how all of you
are in that house and then there’s Bertha
police woman once
every single day Bertha is Bertha
at the post office no subject off limits
anymore one day soon she’ll be
a Big Number and besides she said yesterday
it’s not like I have a sex life to describe.