Another Sunday of Existence
for L.M.M.

she would leave me, has left me
in the middle of dinner, in the middle of a hot meal

no word of explanation, no note to explain
has done this before, has done this again

no more to go on, to guide me
than left to deduce that some notion, interpretation

some element of her fundamentalism
her religion is to blame, is responsible
for turn about, about turn, about face

for her fleeing, going off
dinner hot on the plate, hot on the table

rain on the roof, time to be cozy
and she up and gone

what’s wrong, what happened
who did what to whom, said what to whom
nothing rational or logical, just up and gone

she used to bring dinner on Sundays
we used to sit and laugh, we use to sit and talk

when this volcano was active
we used to end up in bed


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
8:14 p.m. 25.10.09