| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| CHRISTINE IS COMING HOME I have watched my socks. I have thrown out all the old condoms. I have fluffed up the bed. I have hidden all the porn. Christine is coming over. Christine is coming home. I have learned how to say I'm sorry in fourteen different languages – sixteen, if you count Pig Latin and Ebonics. I have bought the knee pads. I am prepared for everything. Christine is coming back. Christine is coming home. I have given up the fight. I concede that she is right. I admit that black is white, at one AM it can bright, my rhymes are quite trite. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Christine is coming back tonight. Christine is coming home. And I see that in different cultures a man would never apologize. A man would wait for the woman to return to do his bidding but I could care for those stupid cultures. I could care less for life without Christine. I realize how these last fourteen hours have been an abysmal pit of stupidity and embarrassment, and there is no reason that I'd repeat them for anything. And proper machismo is irrelevant. What Italian men do? Not my concern. I don't care what they do in Italy. I don't CARE what they do in Rome. All I know is tonight, Christine is coming home. |