How often we drank
to our health
and discussed trips
to far-away places
like Florence
but the closest we ever got to Italy
was Olive Garden

And then there was the state
of the union

We made love
the same way we made money:
tax free and under the table
neither ever worked out for us

Once our intentions got caught
under the wheels
of complacency, it crushed
everything in its path
including the balter
of our offspring