Go thee and suffer less
the main mantra
The Church of Not Quite So Much Pain & Suffering
the Irreverend Smith & his beloved Lady presiding
(good advice, I should listen to myself)
The It It Is
Full asleep 3:30am
wife comes in kisses me.
“I just wanted to kiss you.”
More lip nibbles and she leaves
me awake, unable to seek sleep
so I flip flop top lop for 2 hours
until she comes back in
and we make love.
Is this foreplay?
She cradles the cat upside down in her arms
brings her to me
and we pet and coo and purr.
Get up, pet cat, feed cat, make coffee.
Wife dresses for morning run.
I fill pitcher so she can water her outside plants.
She gets compost from freezer
to drop by Hooper’s Farm on run,
fills cup with seed to feed the birds,
grabs the letters she’s written
to assuage grief and prison,
“Compost, birdseed, water and letters;
there’s got to be a poem in there somewhere.”
I hand her her keys
and she leaves.
— Smith, 7.5.2012
Dawn’s early light – foto Smith