VIRB

I am surrounded by the pieces of this huge

puzzle: here's a piece I call my wife, and

here's an odd one I call convictions, here's

conventions, here's collisions, conflagrations,

congratulations. Such a puzzle this is! I

like to grease up all the pieces and pile

them in the center of the basement after

everyone else is asleep. Then I leap head-

first like a diver in to the wretched confusion.

I kick like hell and strangle a few pieces,

bite them, spitting and snarling like a mongoose.

When I wake up in the morning, it's all fixed!

My wife says she would not be caught dead at

that savage resurrection. I say she would.