[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM

LIFE AND DEATH AND IN BETWEEN

So she asked me
should she spend twenty-eight hundred dollars
on her dog 
for heart worm treatments
or buy a new hearing aid?

I yelled at her:
"Give me the dog
I'll take care of it."
She did and I took it out to the country and shot it.
She asks: "How's Alyosha doing?"
"Feeling no pain," I tell her.
She thanks me for being such a very good friend.

God regrets all his creation, I'm sure of it.
Else he'd show himself every now and then taking credit.
But he doesn't and I know why,  
I've written things that I try 
to distance myself from.
I just hope that unlike God
I come out on the plus of the totalled sum.

Mike Geary
another 170 pages to go.

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