Your Services are No Longer Required
We’re looking for someone else—
someone who knows how to run the
mower without rolling over the cord.
When you roll over the cord, it tends to
make the mower stop. Always
when that happens, you’ve mowed
half the yard. One half crew cut,
other half electrified mullet.
So please, do us both a favor. Don’t
return next Thursday or any other day.
The mower is still in the shop, the grass
is out of control, my nephew came over
with his Lawnboy and mowed in narrow
lines, giving the effect of many Mohawks
or an abundance of bowling alleys.
He thought he was being funny. He’s not
coming back either. Your money’s in
the envelope, though truth be told,
you don’t deserve it. It’s
really pay to make you stay away.
Karen Loeb lives in the American Midwest. Recent writing: Thema, Hanging Loose, Main Street Rag and elsewhere. Poems forthcoming: Nerve Cowboy, Wisconsin Poets Calendar. Online writing in Crania, Otis Nebula, Boston Literary Magazine. Find out more here