Plans to Stay My husband remembers to buy milk before the container at home expires and he makes sure that my computer doesn’t catch whatever electronic flu is going around. I’m not an easy guy. Sometimes I’m a pencil, the lead breaking just when you want to write a note to stick on the door for the propane dude. This could be an anniversary poem. 27 years, a couple of bluebirds, beautiful, but ready to fly away. We promised forever. That’s not possible, so we took till death do us part. Death always finds our living room. We watch TV and eat popcorn, hold hands. Even then, it doesn’t take a hint. It plans to stay. Confederate Judy On Halloween I learned I’d better not dress as Judy Garland. That would get me beat up. Why can’t a boy sing “Over the Rainbow” on a suburban street? Instead I wore a gray jacket and told candy-givers I w...
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