tristan montefaust

The Philosopher's Wife

Mr. George likes to say nothing
is certain. He likes to put on airs.
When I told him, George go
back to your room and turn
your pants inside out, he said,
Darling, the outside is in
and the inside out- nothing
is certain. Think of it
what you will.

Well, then. What would happen
if I serve him his breakfast
of toasted socks
which he wore three weeks ago?
By God, forgetting it until the stink
is a visible visitor in our room.

He would ask me
Evie darling what is this?
But George can't you see
its three fried eggs
(you wore ...