2 December 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 4

Peter Sellers

When I woke

this morning I was


to see

my wife

looked like

Peter Sellers.

Maybe it was the

way her nose

came out

from her face,


the way her hair

lay flat

against the side of her

head, or


it was because

the light was

so dim.

I'm not certain,


I was worried


I know Peter Sellers



About the author:

Michael Estabrook is a Marketing Communications Manager for a tiny division of a gigantic billions-of-dollars company, "and man, going into an office every day can be excruciating. The stuffy air, the florescent lights are killing me," he says. "Thankfully I can retire in 10 or 15 years. But I still think that somehow I've got to get myself on some boat collecting phytoplankton, or into the rich brown hills of Montana searching for TRex bones. Then again, maybe I simply should've stayed on Northfield Avenue where I belong and learned to fix cars like my Daddy did."

For further reading:

See the complete list of work by Michael Estabrook at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 4, No. 4, where "Peter Sellers" ran on December 2, 2004. List other work with these same labels: poetry, light verse.

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