Letter from Father Kerkov

Dear Jen:

You must know how all creation
revolves, like a tearful tune,
one of those fifties jukeboxes full
of putrid romance, the bops,
the bips, the lonely songs
of warped love, some siren call
to women of that certain age
when kids and husbands and
temptations run through veins
that brought life and love
to families but now
challenged by eerie terrors,
things that break up honest-decent
lovely-soulful marriages, and I
understand that this boy, this naive electrician tempted you, and
your husband too understands how you fell into his clutches and
waits for you at home, please, please, with all that's good, ignore your feminine weaknesses and calls from
fleshy frustrations and welcome him
back to your connubial bed, think of the kids, the lovely Sondra and Katie,
and God in his mercy will forgive your
obscene actions and failures.

In the Spirit of the Lord of Forgiveness and Marital bliss,

Father Kerkov