Inconsiderate

Justa few days ago he was fillibustering,
twisting my ear this time about my
abominable economic ignorance.
For an hour after he left
I panicked about my mounting bills.

Today there is a blank space
in that chair
a silent node that ignores
my execrable hunger for his disapproval.

How could he dare to choose
the silent inside of a small urn
over my aching riposte?

The voice of the poet

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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