I sometimes think our kid engineered it all
from some waiting room
in the sky
the flirty emails
that time we ran into each other at a film
the pitch black cabin
where you taught me to sing
like a pair of dolls
he decided would make nice parents
and then I think of other kids
who might have tried the same thing
with my exes
wanting in
hoping we’d patch things up
give them the green light
to dive in
but maybe those relationships never had a chance
maybe my kid sabotaged them
his eye on you
unflagging
patient
not that fellow, lady
he’s not tall enough or funny
wait a little longer
you and I both need someone
to help us sing.