Russ Cope Poem

Ethel Passed Away

A Russ Cope Poem

Ethel passed away today,

I got the text at about 9 when I was

trying to catch up from lack of sleep.

Oh, Ethel.

She used to howl at me the way dogs

howl at the moon.  When she served us

cake, she licked the knife with her large

tongue, and wiped her hands on the crotch

of her joggy pants.

Remember the time she decided the middle

finger was her favorite gesture and flipped

you off all Christmas season long?

Oh, Ethel.

It’s probably best she’s gone.