Poems

Wives’ tales

If you can believe such things, they say now
that tea does not cause kidney stones – it was just
an old wives’ tale. Who are these duplicitous wives
telling such tales? What tricksters live in perfidy,
spreading lies, treason on a tongue so long deprived
of such sweet, iced beverage betraying
its watery beginning with sugary self-improvement.

My wife told me today that wine – that delicious
confection, so warm in my throat, a comforting
inverted blanket covering me inside out,
with a loving embrace – may be causing my pants
to also embrace me too close. Et tu, brute?


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

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