Dear John.

He was at least sixty
when we met.
Come back and
cheer us up sometime
he would yell
as I left work each day.
He and I played
buzzword bingo
at important meetings
We crossed off
"synergy" "utopic" "state-of-the-art"
and touched our noses
in silent victory
when all the buzzwords were used up.
It was our little secret.
I bought him a can
of "bullshit spray"
air freshener
He brought it to meetings
and set it in the center
of the conference table.
Luci was his favorite target.
He would stand up
and raise the can with a flourish
spraying all around him.
She loved to hate him.

Dear John
come back
and cheer us up sometime.