Poem, 8/11

the way he drove up the driveway, slowly,

unannounced, windows open, summer’s day

out of a blue green era

i pulled my bike up

to his window, smiling

susan and i

(his girlfriend post divorce,

sitting in the passenger seat,

to whom he is lovingly still attached)

susan and i

have decided that we are having a child

to make up for the mistakes your mom and i made raising you

is not unlike earth

and the colonization of mars.

there is only one of everything.

susan was an inspiration.

she too is in ruins.