Christina March
Football mom,
Sitting in the doctor's office
with her "inflicted" son
reading Good Housekeeping.
I'll bet she drives a mini van.
She wears loafers
and has no idea
(or denies it if she does)
what baby boy does on Friday nights.
How many girls have cried
because of his
monumental rejections
(or his monumental erections).
Now she reads Traditional Homes
because that is all she can fathom.
She is sugar cane sweetness
he is astroturf vulgarity
and something whispers
"Their home life is a mess".
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(c) 1999 Christina March. All rights reserved.
Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.