A small reflection written over Chinese and a single light overhead…
If I didn't know better
(And I'm not saying that I do)
Then I could have sworn that I'd met you before.
You were wearing a backwards Yankees cap even though
You'd never seen a game.
You had on an ironic pink polo shirt, and kaki cargo shorts.
Your sunglasses did not fit your eyes, and you keep
"cool" in other ways.
Yes… I know you.
You were supposed to be my husband.
We were supposed to have a 2 story house
With 2.5 kids;
(I guess the third didn't make it.)
And an SUV with TVs in the back
So we wouldn't have to parent.
I was supposed to stay at home
And amuse myself
Go shopping for sweaters and live at beauty parlors…
And you were supposed to cheat on me.
Then we were supposed to get divorced
And then I was supposed to kill myself;
(What end could there be without you, of course?)
I'm just glad I never do what I am supposed to.