Why I Took Woodshop

Nancy
was killed with a hammer.
Her husband Rodney
walked in on the young man
who was renting a room from them
in the act
and shot the guy.
Then he called the police.
He was considered a hero.
The hammer
they said
had been left on the table by Nancy
as a reminder to Rodney
to hang that picture she’d been nagging about
for weeks.

Years later
after he’d married the babysitter
they figured out that
Rodney was the one
who’d killed his wife
with that hammer.
Not the poor slob
who took a bullet
and was buried a murderer.

When I hear this story
all I can think
is that I bet Nancy wished
she’d learned how to hang
her own fucking pictures.