I know we go way back
to the days of the Tim’s
and Richie and Gary and Monte
and what you deem your finest hour…
Paul
but I have some things to say to you…

It’s been many years ago now
since you brought into my office
two new babies in one season,
and convinced two little grandma’s
to come to you all on their own.

I never told you
but these are the reasons
you and I rarely speak these days
although there was your nasty bit
with Dad five years ago,
and then Greg and Mom just two months past now.

I have to tell you
I don’t have the stomach anymore
to handle the casualties of your folly
the inevitability of you
the inescapable commitment
in our relationship.

It’s time you keep your distance for a while.

This must have been
in the fine print somewhere
but I missed it.

Rather tricky of you
to send Birth in with the contract.

Rather tricky…