I received the invitation today, but I won’t be attending. I’m not inclined to RSVP, for that will only drive home the fact that I couldn’t afford to attend. They have to know this, and if they don’t, well… That really is their problem. My mother said you should always RSVP, yes or no, but she’s been dead two years, never said she’d attend anything again. And anyway I still believe the rule doesn’t apply to any invitation addressed to Current Resident
Humor is highly subjective
and what will make
you laugh is just
as likely to elicit
a groan, or worse, from me.
Things I find funny
you are likely to think
absurd or foolish.
It has always been this way
and this is how it will
likely continue, so funny
will remain the final proof
of Einstein’s general theory
and rest assured, he’s laughing
in his grave.
He said, “I’m looking forward
to heaven for a reason you cannot
begin to imagine, and, not
that I want to rush my arrival.”
She said, “It’s rather audacious
to assume you’ll end up there,
I place the odds as at best at
50-50 and I’m being generous
because I’m still in love with you.”
“But you’ll never guess the reason
so I’ll just have to tell you.
You know how much I love
rich buttery sauces, the more
butter and ] heavy cream the better?
In heaven I can have all I want
without worry about cholesterol
and arteriosclerosis and that would
certainly be heaven to me.”
“You realize,” she replied, “that
there’s a better than even chance
that God as creator of everything
might just be a vegetarian, like
we all were in the garden, so
Just in case, eat your Brussels sprouts.”
He wants to have his
midlife crisis in peace and quiet.
He has penciled it in his calendar
for at least five years now.
Something always comes up,
something that demands he
be in public, and he simply
will not have a crisis
in that setting, no matter what.
He’s sure he supposed to have one
although as time goes by
he isn’t sure what purpose
it would serve, it isn’t
that his life isn’t half over,
merely that he has what he wants
and the crisis is best used
as an excuse to get something
utterly unnecessary and useless,
and that, for him,
is so five years ago.
“It’s the difference between anthracite and lignite,”
he said with a sort of all-knowing smirk.
“Quite the contrary,” she snapped back
“It’s the difference between pahoehoe and aa.”
He clearly wasn’t pleased,” those examples are
like night and day, and you’re in the dark.”
“You can’t begin to tell between makai
and mauka, but I love you despite it all.”
“And I you, so what if you couldn’t hope
to distinguish between a fastball and a knuckler.”
“You’re really going to hang a curveball like that?
Even a girl like me will take that one downtown.”
He laughs, “that’s why we’re so good together
we agree on so very little most of the time.”
She giggles, “I can’t believe you said that
on that one narrow point I must agree.”
Three hundred fifty
the giant green
Harriet’s Bluff Road
and you cannot
help but wonder
Harriet’s true road
is holding back
from telling you.
because I love
of the word