oomphalos poem #1
when my dad was sixty-seven he
was in the hospital a couple months
he was a terrible patient he wouldn’t
eat the food wouldn’t drink the water
“it tastes better in my horse trough!”
and the coffee was strained through
an irishman’s sock mother had to
bring him oyster stew in a thermos
until he broke out all over in hives he
recovered after a few gut operations
the incisions had moved his navel far
from home way over to the side this
made him undisputed victor in the
trick division of our bellybutton
contests the youngest grandchild
elspeth aced the cutest category
©2013 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Dec 26, 2013 – Jan 1, 2014.
