What You Said Last Night
Jan 30 2024
News you can use.
That they're calling for snow.
That pork roast
is on special this week.
That the neighbour's husband was seen
kissing someone's wife.
Useful stuff,
unlike the gossip
on the nightly news,
the all-caps scroll
alert on your phone.
We mostly shrug our shoulders
at breaking news
big events
distant tragedies.
Soon forget
what the President said,
the op-ed
in yesterday's paper,
the pompous punditry
on CNN.
Tune out
the commentators
bloviators
and breathless agitators
who alway have something to say.
The enablers
and self-promotors,
the thin-lipped haters
with red faces
and bulging veins.
Either commiserate, or condemn,
but then shake our heads
and get on with it,
feeling helpless and overwhelmed.
Turn in, instead
to our small lives
and daily concerns.
To snow tires and shopping lists,
catty whispers
dirty smirks.
To what you said last night
after turning out the lights
I keep replaying in my head.
Not the perfunctory luv ya
you usually say,
but the muttering under your breath
when you turned on your side
facing away.
And that husband
who got in trouble
and denied everything.
Who protested too much
for his own good.
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