She's not listening to you
she's just waiting her turn to speak
she thinks her life far more
extraordinary than yours.
She even ordered
a tea latte,
miles better
than your predictable
frothed coffee.
I listen sideways
hoping for the polite
invitation:
"Will you come over
for a threesome
with my husband?"
Her baby is smarter than yours
her husband more educated than yours
her stove hotter than yours
her laundry pile bigger than yours
her in-laws more tiresome than yours
she will be one step ahead of you always;
you might as well get your fuzzy handcuffs
and get going.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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