One Poem by Rex Wilder

The Peanut Butter Party

It’s party therapy, a supervised Fourth of July
For patients who are sick in the head.
Grownups eating peanut butter and jelly,

A petting zoo, too. It’s all pretty silly.
We’re being watched like baking bread.
It’s party therapy, a supervised Fourth of July

In the parking lot. Balloons like big bellies.
One rule: No hugging, the director said.
Grownups eating peanut butter and jelly

And cups of sparkling Martinelli’s
Is evidently the opposite of suicide.
It’s part therapy, this supervised Fourth of July

Where fireworks shine in the eyes of a billy
Goat, though he slops around in the mud.
Hey, little goat — want some peanut butter and jelly?

A year ago, sober, our tears were of joy;
Now, sad, can’t cry because of a med.
It’s party therapy, a supervised Fourth of July.
Grownups eating peanut butter and jelly.

 

Rex has three books of poetry out, with one in the oven. He has poems published in TLS (London), Poetry (Chicago), Ploughshares, The New Republic, Poetry Ireland, the National Review, The Nation, Yale/Harvard/Georgia/Antioch/Southern reviews, and others, plus many anthologies.

3 thoughts on “One Poem by Rex Wilder

  1. Well done, Mr. Wilder! I especially enjoyed the lines “We’re being watched like baking bread” and “Hey, little goat — want some peanut butter and jelly?”

    Have a beautiful day.

    BR,
    Paula

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