Cross-examining my Daughter-in-law

June 8, 1997 7:35PM, Sunday – B

How do you know he loved you?

Did he use a sestina or a pantoum?

He sang the rhyme of the wren

But he perched on two different boughs.

How do you know he loved you?

Did he say so eloquently?

His hands painted you in a compromising state.

Your olfactory lobe was quite drossy.

How do you know he loved you?

Did his countenance match his voice?

He wanted me to treat you like my own.

It’s funny how many heads I had to bloat.

How do you know he loved you?

Did he say your precious name, precious?

You should wonder why he’s silent now

Since he loved you, didn’t he?

How do you know he loved you?

Did his eyes blink with the weight of his words?

He has chosen to live in a bottle

Free from everything, including your grip.

How do you know he loved you?

Did you even ask him if he loved you?

Don’t try to understand him, that’s my job.

Christ, I do pity the likes of you!

- Inspired by “Assuming all goes well, God will say”