And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat,if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox,and you whisperI think of youdon't finish withbecause I've been going to Weight Watcherson Tuesdays and wonder 
Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno, Slamming Open the Door
grief, poetry, what-not-to-say