Keeping busy

 
 
 
 
 
tell me about the tennis lessons  
describe the designer clothes  
give me updates on your beautiful children  
if the handsome betrothed will let you to the phone  
you're so very busy  
 
don't embarrass us both by asking  
what I did today, yesterday, any day  
I'm not up for saying "yes, I showered hon
but no, I've still not left the house"
I'm so very busy  
 
     I don't know who we are these days  
     you, under all that makeup, planting pansies  
     making plans for a holiday in Fiji  
     and remodeling the pristine kitchen  
 
     while I live with remnants of the wake  
     vomit and spilled whiskey heaving in the rain  
     you, in the mud on your finished knees  
     screaming, choking, inconsolable  
 
I can manage the guts and blood of you  
it's this perfection I can't take  
it leaves me, you see, with nothing to do  
so if you call me now darling, my darling  
I'll be busy