We've figured it out and games have grown
into patterns of life. Streaks of events
that lend themselves to understanding
better than Saturdayed outliers. And I
have come to know who he is and who
you are, a woman tethered by
definitions defiant of reason to
a man half of me and double my age and I
am just as enamored with his quirks
as you are and maybe
that makes our meeting,
your baby drinks and my
burly malts and
all of it so far removed from
your last child
older than me,
okay; the agreement being
no two alone,
but
it turns
that he is not what he billed and
you are and have
been from day one. So,
are we bad to do
what we have been doing
on the sly or is he bad
for using me?
