I have nothing to say
because nothing is new under the sun
except sunburn

from which I may get
vitamin D, cataracts, wrinkles
and maybe skin cancer

that stole the life
of my fair cousin, one fleshy slab
at a time

so she had abbreviated time
to finish her one long tome about five years
in Morocco

where she had taken
a French lover, who took his life with her pistol
and left a suicide poem

blaming her in iambic pentameter
for his demise, but leaving his small fortune
to her just the same

giving her time, she assumed,
to write her memoirs--unlike I, she had
plenty to say

but there is nothing new
under the sun, except sunburn, which gave me
a tan, and her a death sentence

so now neither of us has anything to say