WALT'S WIFE.

A MAN AND HIS WIFE AND A NEW DRESS.

How do I look in this dress?
Walt’s wife asked him as she
Did a twirl in the bedroom.
Yeah, fine, Walt slowly replied.

But you’re not even looking at
Me, she said. Walt turned his
Head from the small TV screen
And gazed at her. Yeah, you look

Fine. It’s not too short is it? She
Asked. No, not too short, Walt
Said, his eyes looking at the TV
Screen once more as the ballgame

Hotted up. How about my a*s,
Does it look ok? Sure, said Walt.
Sure, what? She asked, my a*s
Is too big in this? Is that what

You’re saying? Yeah, Walt replied,
His eyes focusing on the pass of
Ball. How can you be so insensitive.
Why you’re not even looking at me.

DOES MY A*S LOOK BIG IN THIS?
She bellowed. Walt turned around
And at stared at his wife sticking out
Her a*s. No, no, he said, just right

Honey, the best a*s I’ve seen today.
What other a*s have you seen today,
Then? She said. Walt sighed, he’d
Missed a good hit. What do you

Want to know now? Walt asked.
Whose a*s you seen today? She said.
I haven’t seen any a*s, Walt replied.
He studied his wife as she twirled

Again. That’s a bit short isn’t it, Walt
Said, and a bit tight. Makes your a*s
Look like two piglets under canvas
Fighting to get out. A hairbrush flew

Across the room missing Walt’s head
As his wife stormed into the bathroom
And slammed the door. That’s ok Honey,
That’s what we goddamn husband’s are for.

Reviews

[Moflo]

This was a very nice piece...it kinda had a Robert Creeley feel to it, specifically the broken conversation over the stanzas, but this had a twist that brought it to another level. I liked this poem a lot.