Anti-Poem - Respirations In Blue

Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue” the mother cooks food on the old gas range wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes husband fred wears a red sweater smoking pall mall non-filters that spew and respirate he stands with beaded ashtray and blue tie listening to LA radio the tune-dex the top 50 he wonders if she needs help with the mashing a white radio atop the fridge respirates softly sweeping them into the pillow rooms of blue time the mother alive again though buried in a grave cooks food for fred again watching jack latham wondering if kennedy will speak soon on the tv secretly wishing for ten minutes alone with him her white pillbox hat sitting sullen on a dresser husband fred draws in another hit and exhales