an irish-american insistence

Dear Mr. Curry,


let me tell you what i heard today:
a man left his wife with five young children-
an Orthodox Jewish man-

to have sex with this great looking broad.
the wife?- she waited years
just to have this schlep back.
i mean, damnit, she has FIVE KIDS.

i guess she figured,
how else will the lawn get mowed?
who else is going to want me?
it's hard out there. the world is cold.

and yesterday, i was informed
a woman i know had cheated
with the guy she knew from her daughter's
soccer team.

i suppose those extra innings
were really exciting.
then there was the other guy,
married, who i know would have slept with me.

if i'd have made a gesture, to let him know: yes.
and X's husband left her to have,
as he delicately put it
'sex with good looking girls before they don't want me anymore'

(i guess he didn't get the memo)
anyway, if you've watched Woody Allen at all
this is not surprising.
summation: lust, love, marry, crisis, cheat.
repeat.
we have love like i dreamed of
and never thought would happen...but then
have you seen Frieda?
of course- you don't get drunk and paint murals.

i know. i can hear you already.
and you are right- we aren't them.
but darling i'm a woman,
and inclined toward concern.

also, these factors must, like the Sabbath, be observed:
ee is eight months old, our oldest is sevengodamnteen,
those things we talked about, and the fact
that i'm extremely vain. like a peacock.
but also, to be fair to myself (hm)
i am the gatekeeper. i watch our marriage
and tend to it with love, keep it hot.
your part: pork me. a lot.
so you must chase me
like a fox chases the rabbit.
closely,
and with great intent.
i am never going to stop
expecting you to look at me
with that fire in your eye.
when we are eighty,
we'll have our own 'special underwear'.
the Mormons don't have a patent!
there is an entire soul that permeates
the skin, and we will never be done knowing each other.

so you married me, my man.
love me and gave me some beautiful babies.
give me your heart and your mind and fire!
but never forget to insist on desire.

that, and good alcohol.
i love you,

Mrs. Curry

ps
tonite was awesome.
pss
the other night was awesome too.
psss
i'm a lucky girl