The News
by tammy ho
The news leaked out from the big mouth of yours.
How you shut tight all the windows and doors
In our house; but never your mouth: and thus
Whenever something happened to us,
Our friends cheered loudly or judged in silence.
This time it was not domestic violence,
Mutual cheating or an unpaid phone bill.
Not a misplaced pillow nor a bad chill.
“Something worse”, you said, and shook your head.
“My wife is crimson, dead, dead, in our bed!”