The Penis Had Been
Plenty Decent

The food broker, the housepainter, the swimmer and the husband’s friend had liked the husband’s penis very much.

The husband’s penis had been plenty decent.

The wife would have walked around with the penis inside of her if that had been possible.

The husband was dead, the husband who had not been dead for very long.

The grieving wife goes to bed too late and she awakens too early and she eats a girls’ party salad in the morning. She speaks about people who should receive money.

She tells people, “We have a lot to discuss.”

She mourns the husband. She ties a mortifying scarf around her waist which had been the husband’s own. She wears his unmerciful nightshirt. She wears the frown which had once belonged to her husband’s mother.

Then she clumsily prepares a miracle.