Poetry
Felix Thursday
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What kind of husband will I be?
Too much to drink at my wife's x-mas party,
quoting Marx to her boss or demonstrating
hara-kiri to her co-workers with celery sticks.
Some mornings sending her to work
with a stain on the front of her dress.
Flowers from cemeteries on our anniversaries.
Forty-four and still sniffing her underwear.
