My best friend Paul was sweet
to come all the way from Mankato
when my wife left me. At the door,
Paul stood as tall as I
and we hugged. Then he signed,
“Look good you. How manage you?
Can’t imagine. If my wife left
for sure me gunheadshoot will.”
I gave him a don’t-be-silly shove.
Before he left, I could feel him looking
at me. He said, “Me look you alone,
makes wife me cherish.” He did,
but his wife left him anyway
and—well, he kept his word.