I Forgot To Tell You, Your Dad Called Last Week, He Said, ‘Happy Birthday.’


[I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this, a couple years ago at least.  I enjoy how low art it is.]

In my defense
the marks on your wrists could have been from the cat –
Though I see your point
We had her declawed.
I’m not quite ready to pack up your things
I still use your dictionary; your pillows are nicer than mine –
What do I do with your make-up? Give it to Goodwill?
I haven’t resold your CDs
mainly because I’d be embarrassed if the clerk thought they were mine.
I’m getting to the place where I have no conscience about any of this –
I don’t even care if Mittens runs away
which, by the way, is a stupid name for a cat that’s all gray –
You were always so good at missing the point.
Of course, now I’m doing the same thing.
In a way, I guess that’s sort of sweet –

Or, you know, whatever.


One thought on “I Forgot To Tell You, Your Dad Called Last Week, He Said, ‘Happy Birthday.’

  1. Very clever and it has some rather funny lines it it…well as least for me…because I’m not living it…cheers!

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