Weepy Days After The Obituary
I met a little boy in the park who said,
Excuse me, Sir, do you reuse those balls?
I said, Yes but you can have one if you like,
and chipped it over the chainlink fence.
A few minutes later he came inside,
offering to help me pick them up.
I gave him two more and let him hit
with one of my racquets.
He said, You are so nice!
I said, I practice.
He said, No, I mean, nice to people.
I said, I practice that too.
He said, A girl at my school is so mean she said,
That’s why your mother left you.
And I was so mad I started yelling.
When I got home I shed tears about that.