Cutting-Room Floor

I’m surprised

my movie-loving father

doesn’t ask

for even partial custody.

No Kramer v. Kramer

cinematic confrontation.

No declaration

of Irreconcilable Differences.

No hashing out

the dirty details

in some dramatic courtroom

battle scene.

Dad gives us up

not a mention of visiting rights

let alone a fight.

Then again,

what sort of homelife

could he provide?

Mom says he’s taken up residence

at a bar in New York

called Ray’s Inn.

That seven-hour drive

would probably make it hard

for us to get to school on time anyway.