Confession

May 27, 2006 19:35

When Judy Merril was sinking
and wanted to crash with us
on her way to Jamaica, where she went
each winter to cuddle, Charlie vetoed
the idea. He hated her cigarettes,
but more than that he hated her.
Pretty much I agreed, but the debt
was mine, and with it
the guilt of ingratitude.
Reader, pass by. Your day will come
when you won't be there and your wife will say
I'm sorry, he can't come to the phone.

--Tom Disch
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