Poem inspired by Charming Billy by Alice McDermott
Her courage, or her beauty, drank their coffee with their meal-- there are faster and more pleasant ways of killing yourself. Thirty years with a mistaken belief; to be a liar and a believer we never knew. Nagging his dead wife a wicked humor tumbled into his face. Money that poured down like sunlight in the middle of her dark fairy tale the moon and stars encircle her head; her madding calm was a poor sort of love. Living isn't poetry.