by Glen Martin Fitch
You tutored me.
Can still recite by rote
the who and whom begats.
On details drilled I mastered cues
to quote the anecdote
and when to laugh or sigh
'mid tales distilled
of rogues revealed,
a fateful curse fulfilled.
Can catalog the foods
you love and hate,
the stars, the styles.
In dos and don'ts
I'm skilled in guessing
just the trait
that you'll berate or praise.
And I've complied without debate.
The times I bit my tongue
you can't believe,
while on your final judgment
I'd await.
God damn you!
Where'd I fail you?
You can't leave me.
Can it come to this?
What will I do?
What good'll be my PhD. in you?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011