Greetings and Giggles

I gave a reading at the School of the Visual Arts a little while ago and was asked to read a funny poem.  Not being Billy Collins or Hal Sirowitz or Kay Ryan, even, this is what I had to offer.  The few who didn't shift about uncomfortably laughed.  See what you think:

Giggles before the Void

I could take her ass

and put it in a box by the window

and every morning I’d open the box

and tickle her ass with a goose feather

and giggle

but sooner or later she’d want it back

and I’d be stuck with an empty box

and a bald goose

and every morning after that I’d have to get up

and feed that goose

and look for something to put in the empty box.