Ok. Enough of that and more of Beth Gylys, the Poet of the Month for May.
Some have affairs. They never stop to think
until they're begging for a second chance.
(We love and learn we sometimes need a drink.)
Impatient with his life, he quipped, "We blink,
we're forty: with wives, kids, retirement plans."
Some have affairs. It isn't what they think.
He saw this woman at the skating rink,
watching their sons play hockey from the stands.
He fought the urge to ask her for a drink.
She wore those stretchy pants, a long faux mink
slid next to him and said, "Hi, my name's Nance."
He wanted her right there. He couldn't think.
They fucked in hotel rooms, designer pink,
drank cheap champagne. He signed her underpants.
They fucked and ordered something else to drink.
His wife broke all the dishes in the sink,
took both the kids and flew first class to France.
Some have affairs--it's never what they think.
We sigh and shake our heads. We have a drink.
from BODIES THAT HUM, Silverfish Review Press