Not Even

 

That's not just a

trinket on her finger,

that's a rock, a fortress,

a castle. No one

can scale those walls

except Joe Sixpack,

slumped beside her

at the airport.

They're not a match.

I give it

5 years, max.

Not even.

 

Joe wearing shades,

knocked out

by all the sex,

and snoring,

with his muscles

bulging out of his tee-shirt.

 

Mrs. Hockeymom-to-be,

skinny as a stick,

concentrating hard

on her Glamour

and People magazines

with the worry lines

already creasing

her forehead,

 

and little Billy,

not born yet,

hasn't even lost

his first soccer

match.