Hear Kenney read this poem on All Things Considered.
I ask my coworker, Tim, who doesn't have children, how his weekend was
A-ma-zing, he says, eyes wide.
It was amazing.
Just me and Michael.
We slept in
got coffee at that new place
in the Village.
Have you been? No?
Then we strolled through Central Park.
Wandered over to the Goya show at the Met.
Have you seen it? No?
Rode Citi Bikes to Coney Island.
Had pizza at Di Fara's.
You've eaten there right? No?
I thought you lived in Brooklyn.
Went for a swim.
Found a great ice cream place.
Took the train back to our place and had sex.
Took a nap.
Isn't that the best part of the weekend?
Sex and naps?
You have a weird expression.
Then on a whim we
bought scalper tickets for Hamilton.
Have you seen it? No? Really? Wow.
This was our third time.
Later we found this amazing jazz club and stayed till four.
We walked over the Fifty-Ninth Street Bridge and watched the sun come up. Then we went home and slept till noon.
How was your weekend?
Well, Tim, we went to a kid's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese
And made inane small talk
with other parents we have nothing in common with.
Have you been? No? Amazing.
Excerpted from Love Poems (for Married People) by John Kenney. Copyright 2018 by John Kenney. G. P. Putman's Sons, an imprint of Penguin Random House.