The Closet

The Closet
By Larry Linville

The sound system was not working.
The microphone clung to each word I said
with the strength of super glue.
The lights were not flashing on the soundboard,
A nuclear scientist was not needed to know
electricity was lacking.
A breaker switch in a small room
controlled the current flow.
But who could do this simple task?
Who could I call to flip the switch?
My wife was standing near that door
with two acolytes in place
poised to light the altar candles.
She knew all about the switch.
The worship service was in paralysis.
Everything was stopped.
Without throwing that switch we could not go.
With the greatest of authority
and the meekness as her mate
I posed a question to my bride
in the strangest set of words.
The question was poorly asked --
the words came out all wrong.
The congregation sat and laughed
and then they laughed some more.
I thought they’d never stop
as I stood red-faced
following my famous words,
“Thelma, could you turn me on –
in the closet?”

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