Speak No Evil

I try to leave little mysteries for people to solve,
hide my secrets, with skillful conversation—
If I were to use my head, all I would say is
I’m retired and have two cats. Instead
I dump information about living
with my son and how much cat surgery costs
The parts I don’t share include my other son
dying drunk, my depression, disappointment
and where life has gone
since the last time I started over.
So I’m turning over another new leaf; I’ll just give
the day’s news and one pure truth:
I’m making a meatloaf and baked potatoes,
and I’m tired of pretending I didn’t lose my balance
and fall last week, and . . .