Today's poem is by Sandra M. Gilbert
How We Didn't Tell Her
that the housekeeper said that
the gardener said that
someone namedJean or Jeannie or Jenny
who was his friend or maybe
his boss had said thattoday that just
today he was hit by a car
& he was killed he diedat once in the prime
of his handsome youth he
who was her youngest heronetime baby ice-cream
cone with dimpled arms
& scrumptious tummy hewho gardened & prayed
for purity on earth
but we said let's wait let'swait to tell her till we're
sure & we called the gardener
the housekeeper the irrigation ladythe police the coroner
the highway patrol the neighbors
we called everyone but heruntil at last the gardener
said no no how could the housekeeper
get it so wrong it wasn'thim it was someone else who was
hit by a car and killed
today & we rejoiced & wereglad we hadn't told her because
his handsome flesh his pulsing
prime returned to us as a giftmore precious than before
& as for the other one, the other
mother's son who really diedtoday we let him go we
didn't give him
another thought.
Copyright © 2008 Sandra M. Gilbert All rights reserved
from Southwest Review
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