My Wife Is Magic
I speak and
like that lantern
she delivers
Why just last night
I said Nathans
as she set out for the Met
after a day apprising
the world of its human rights
deficiencies which is her endless job
She always asks me if
there’s anything she can get me
I said a Nathan’s hot dog
reaching for the comic and absurd
which is what I do
This morning as she was
out again on her early morning walk
I rolled out of the bed into
the dark dawn air and
when I made my way to the fridge
and opened it lo and behold
a white paper bag on my shelf
something new
Now mind you she went to the Met
and there may be a Nathans tucked into
the chaos that remains Times Square
Indeed there must be and it must be 24/7 too
as everything should be
In any case that paper bag
contained a yellow rectangular box
and in it
from it
wafted the unmistakable essence of
Oil of Nathans
aka hot dog breath
My wife is magic
like God of old
She is a living story
She delivers
She is impossible
All these things make her
Queen of my heart
and an endless source of wonder
I will show you love
in a handful of such incidents.
Stephen C. Rose is the author of Triadic Philosophy . He writes daily on Medium . His books are available on Kindle . Twitter is the center of his activities online.