The Poet and His Wife
The poet will argue with his wife.
She will say things like:
God forbid I find you sober.
And he will retort with:
God forbid I find you stoned
and sinking with a setting sun.
Anybody else would tell him to
shut up and go to hell. Instead,
she will tell him to
listen and decompose.
She will say that he is the softwood,
the red wood, the spruce, the pine,
fir, cedar and hemlock
and that she is born of birch and beech,
of maple and oak and ash.
And he will be confused,
and his masculinity
will feel challenged.
he will say things like:
God forbid we disagree
But she will talk about his poetry
and her words will cut him deep.
She will tell him that the Chinese
probably invented it centuries ago
And that the Portuguese were
certainly there before him.
The argument will end
he will apologize.