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Matchmaker |
Your chest (like that of other large-breasted women) is public property
Even gay-boys seek comfort there
Primly resting their heads on your cleavage
You excel in fixing people up
Healing the damaged
Connecting the timid
Your personal experiment has gone horribly awry
For I have infiltrated your life
An extra plate of cheese omelet, grits, sausage and toast
A tag-a-long on family gatherings
A passenger while you drive
A homework helper for your son
A go-between when you’re not speaking to him
Your Malibu Barbie
Your project—
“I’m everything I am, because you love me…”
Your plumpening, been-together-five-years-but-not-living-together girlfriend
You pick out the thirds and fourths
You know my tastes but you’re afraid to indulge them
Never foreseeing a future for us—no matter how many times I tell you
You are the most beautiful woman in the world
You need to get your plumbing cleaned out at least once a year
That’s practically monogamous!
I can be there, but it has to happen
Your son waits for a parent who will play Legos with him
Who will talk in silly voices
Who will rough-house
But you told him never to touch girls so he flinches when my hand
Presses his shoulder
And we compete for cuddling because you will not let him see us holding hands
If only he were old enough, he could take my place
Next to you at the bar, waiting and drinking while you fix people up
copyright 2005
Aire Celeste
Norell |
