Divorce by Billy Collins

I am just finishing Ballistics by Billy Collins.

Toward the end of the book is this gem of a poem:

Divorce

Once, two spoons in bed,
now tined forks

across a granite table
and the knives they have hired.

Cool Stuff People Send Me: Public Performance Art

I'm a sap, I admit it. This is a wonderful video:



Thank to my Aunt Lee for sending this my way!