John Erhardt
No Gift
We’ve hired a consultant to help with the imagining.
It’s this process we find most difficult. This room
is impossible to keep swept.
This room is furnished with empty handbags.He’s left us with
a subscription to the orphanage’s newsletter,
a fedora stuffed with expired coupons,
an anthology of the world’s greatest consoling one-liners.He’s begun a halfway house in our garage
for recovering telemarketers.
He has organized a standing-room only meeting
of the Ugly Wives Club.
At night, he writes of constellations from his basement.This is what I’ve been talking about, God.