Lovesongs

I.
We go together
like Methodists and poker,
like bars and bad marriages.

II.
The goodness of spouses,
black coffee and confession
are underrated.

III.
I imagine receiving postcards
from the afterlife:
I don’t miss you but I’m waiting for you.
I’m counting the days
but I can’t tell you the number.
Your dad says hi. He’s playing softball.
I joined the choir.

IV.
Thick-ankled girls dance in cotton skirts
like cotton candy clouds,
Tilt-a-Whirl waltzes.
Dance with a Dutch girl
and your sleep will be easy.