Do You Think We Should

I

dear Elise

losing my grip again like that time

a few years ago the cure is English mysteries

you were always Ethel to my Lucy c’mon

Elise it’ll be fun do you think we should Aimee

in Boulder everything is allowed 

we brought that on through our well-spent youth

the kids tether me but that’s all

but you maybe too tethered could never go back East

all that underwear all those matching shows 

will turning forty be an anticlimax 

have we been secretly middle-aged for years 

your client with the multiple selves

is she really all that crazy

II 

all that underwear all those matching shoes 

in Boulder everything is allowed

but some more allowed than others

I put all my jewelry in the safe deposit 

and my shrink clothes diagnose their hangers

the kids tether me but that’s ask

student council speeches packing lunches

thank God for all that work

when they go to college I’ll make their room

a shrine sit on the bottom bunk and cry

have we been secretly middle-aged for years

don’t you miss the Sixties

everyone so excited all the time

with no consequences

III 

used to fantasize about sex or acid

or rock concerts or sec on acid at rock concerts

but now fantasize about sleeping

long languorous sessions in bed 

and I mean sleeping

what is this den-mother-by-day-

beat-poet-by-night shit maybe I’m 

obscenely tired but doing less would be legal

with no consequences

all that underwear all those matching shoes

idle hands or whatever you Gentiles say

your client with the multiple selves

is she really all that crazy

IV

when they go to college I’ll make their room

a shrine sit on the bottom bunk and cry

isn’t that when people see their spouses

for the first time in years the first time

bit rushing off to a meeting or field trip or sleepover

get see their mate of twenty years

the kids gone the house quiet and they say

what the fuck are you doing here

get out of my face

in Boulder everything is allowed

but if I allowed everything the scenery 

could get ominous around here

marriage is just a hallucination

it’s all in your mind

V

how to celebrate our fortieth

got any ideas

all my ideas involve raping undergraduates

or even high school guys in leather jackets

mothers hide your cub scouts

you were always Ethel to my Lucy c’mon

what is this den-mother-by-day-

beat-poet-by-night shit maybe I’m 

losing my grip again like that time

a few years ago the cure is English mysteries

warm milk and an early curfew

but what’s the cure for that

don’t you miss the Sixties

everyone so excited all the time

VI

dear Elise maybe I should start over

some lucid afternoon when mountains

look poetic and sonatas fill the air 

then you’d get poignant portraits of family life

and charming stories of way out west

so everyone back home on the gold coast

would miss me well I don’t miss them 

all that underwear all those matching shoes

all those Best & Company haircuts

cunning cannoli from Little fucking Italy

in Boulder everything is allowed

mothers hide your cub scouts

losing my grip again like that time

warm milk and an early curfew

VII

have you noticed there are taboo subjects 

all of a sudden things you can’t talk about

marriage is just a hallucination

so why isn’t it okay to say

this trip is just a rerun or 

I saw this epiphany once on Ed Sullivan 

but what’s the cure for that

I put all my jewelry in the safe deposit

and feel much more secure now

in Boulder everything is allowed

except having too much and showing it 

too much of the wrong thing anyway

how to celebrate our fortieth

got any ideas

VIII

but if I allowed everything the scenery

could get ominous around here 

all those Best &Company haircuts

they did instill pride in appearance 

something to fall back on 

should all else fail

the kids gone the house quiet and they say

at least I had this

and feel much more secure now

people have much less

and are still obscenely grateful

then you’d get poignant portraits of family life

so everyone could relax and not worry

so why isn’t it okay to say

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