Mr. Pinrubber
Mr. Pinrubber
counsels troubled teens
at the local high school.
His wife is fat
and a little wrinkled
and sad
like their meek,
old,
dusty dog.
She has asthma, and when the
wind blows, uninterrupted, for a couple of days,
the ambulance comes and
two men in white shirts
struggle to load her
into the back of the truck.
Copyright © Thomas Pitre | Year Posted 2008
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