ma and i go shopping
for dad’s diapers
and the nice lady greeter says to her
– so heeAH you AH! wayAH ya been, deeAH?
and ma says
– well, my husband has cancer.
then the gory details the dueling doctors’ prognosis the medications.
nice lady says
– my husband back in maine was given two yeeAHs and lived
twelve and it was all the
carrot juice – freshnow deeAH notfrozen – twice a day in the juicAH
that’s what the mexicans do and they know things
but deeAH put in an apple to make it taste bettAH – he liked that – and
twelve moAH with carrot juice and the prayAHs of cAHs
it won’t wAHk without the prayAHS and i had ’em all sendin up those
the presbyterians the methodists and the catholics of cAHs
tho livin with my new man now and us not bein married means i don’t take
communion any moAH but with his two dAHvAHses and all those kids of his
all grow’d up and not needin some new mothAH takin theyAH
inhAHitance and all but i figgAH that’s batween me and him and
gAHd and i’m not goin to confession fAH something like
living with a good man who treats me good and
the priest needs to be warryin about somethin else
like prayAHs for your husband, deeAH, so
now i’m goin ta add him to my prayAH list.
ma says –
bobby. his name’s bobby.
nice lady says –
he’ll be in my prayAHs tonite deeAH. so carrots with an apple.
juicAHs on aisle five.