Matchmaker

(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell

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, however, 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