Gossip Column

AC went out,
like my neighbor
who everyone says
“gets around.”
The guys say she’s hot.
The women, well,
they say she’s a slut.
Me, I don’t care.
She steps lightly
through our lanky grass,
picks up soggy tabloids
chucked on our lawn last week,
recycles them,
never bothers to read
who made the front page,
doesn’t call the HOA.
Good neighbors are endangered.
So are good husbands.
Open the windows now,
turn the fans on high.
I wonder whose night
will be longer.