The Married Woman Dilemma Poem by Raj Dronamraju

We'd meet on Sunday afternoons in a hotel near my office
After what we'd accomplished then we'd order a pizza
We'd adjust the tempo and settle on rules
They'll always offer up truths without much prodding

She said he and I are not compatible
He's always at work and when he's at home....he fails to satisfy
I brought her back to my apartment and she showed me how frustrated she was on the living room floor

The target they painted on themselves
The interview with a predictable outcome
The laughter at scandal roadblocks

She mulls over an affair at coffee after work
We talk it through and she talks to me as if my role was predestined, pre-recorded
A few of these coffee meetings and we take the day off together
That was easy but two days later she's near hysterical
Where's the communication you promised, what's missing in my marriage?
Waiting on phone calls and e-mails that should have been immediate

She tells me naughtiness is in her nature
She tells me she settled, married the man who was available not the one who stripped naked her heart
She tells me her level of desire is more than that of her partner
She tell me he rolls over and goes to sleep without a word and she'd like some conversation

In service of the type that is recognizable
I'll know the pattern that will best accomplish measurable happiness
Measurable but fleeting
Measurable like war-time rations doled out with the most careful economy