I would fit easily into his cookie-cutter existence.
It would be a good life.
Sunday papers in bed,
light banter over a dinner table
filled with the mutual friends
he has made for us.
(My loud, brash, fuckyou best friend being gradually
phased out).
It would be a good life.
Later on would come the children
Three, arriving with names already picked out.
The raising of their small, serious faces
would be entirely my domain.
(I would know what was best
as the woman
what things to teach them,
what knowledge to impart).
He would be a good father.
It would be a good life.
After we were left with an empty nest,
the traveling would come.
Venice, Rome, Greece.
My early retirement body
would still bring him contentment.
He would smile at me still,
watching the passing of our days.
It would be a good life,
and I would be smart to grasp onto it
before 26 becomes 39 and I'm left alone
with my loud, brash, fuckyou best friend.
When you fly into my city for three days
a week at a time, it's all I can do to stifle the screaming voice
rising up in my throat,
begging you to take me with you and away from this
good life.
It would be a good life.
Sunday papers in bed,
light banter over a dinner table
filled with the mutual friends
he has made for us.
(My loud, brash, fuckyou best friend being gradually
phased out).
It would be a good life.
Later on would come the children
Three, arriving with names already picked out.
The raising of their small, serious faces
would be entirely my domain.
(I would know what was best
as the woman
what things to teach them,
what knowledge to impart).
He would be a good father.
It would be a good life.
After we were left with an empty nest,
the traveling would come.
Venice, Rome, Greece.
My early retirement body
would still bring him contentment.
He would smile at me still,
watching the passing of our days.
It would be a good life,
and I would be smart to grasp onto it
before 26 becomes 39 and I'm left alone
with my loud, brash, fuckyou best friend.
When you fly into my city for three days
a week at a time, it's all I can do to stifle the screaming voice
rising up in my throat,
begging you to take me with you and away from this
good life.
