You can’t come to visit
yet because the place still looks
like I’m a hoarder.
No surprise. I am. And
my wasband Bill is still here
we were married for 31
years and then I said
you can be my wasband now
and Bill said
will you be my waswife
and I told him that doesn’t
have the same ring as
wasband and I actually
had to explain the idea
of wasband to him
you can see why we couldn’t
make year 32. Who
could live with a man like that?
I love this one, Esther. xoxo
I so loved this poem, Esther, the grief pushing ahead...