Jefferson Carter Poems
- Litter Box My wife asked me this morning
- Sunlight I remember lying on Nancy’s bed, Nancy on one ...
- Pasture To a narcissist, all the world’s a mirror. The day...
- The Falling Man The tower's gray and white stripes like a ...
- Cat Pose My mat smells like cat chow.
- Helen HELEN She’s almost 90, her forehead
- Otis OTIS The vet opens our dog’s mouth
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My wife asked me this morning
if I’d ever cheated on her.
My ex-wife called this afternoon
& asked me the same thing.
What’s going on?
That new Italian movie
the art film crowd adores,
the characters hysterical, nearly
operatic, their marriages dead
or dying. I imagine all the couples
sipping cappuccino after the movie,
nibbling biscotti, that close
to confessing their own infidelities.
I love my wife. I don’t whine
about my latest chore, cleaning
the litter box four or five times
a day. I can imagine one
of those histrionic Italian ...