Quite a week it’s been,

wars and rumors of wars;

lying, sniveling politicians.

Like my mother used to say

I want to shake them until

their eye-teeth rattle.

 

Quite a week it’s been.

Heart monitors, EKGs,

ultrasounds. I want to

take off all my clothes

and eat macadamia nuts

off your belly.

 

Quite a week it’s been,

I wasn’t feeling so keen

until Katy came along,

bright-eyed presence,

and reminded me to have

reverence for the violin.