99poems/errands

You do errands
once a week,
I do them
almost daily.
Picking up the
bread, going
to the P.O.
Farmer’s Market,
the health food
store.
Jaunts out
for xeroxing at
the place I call
my office.
Your weekly excursions
include gas and cat food,
a computer paper
you always get.
Then there’s
the lotto tickets
you have to
have, though I
have disavowed
you of your right
to keep playing
the birthdays
of old lovers
and ex-wives.

5/1/99