I wrote this poem in my head in bed before I got up; entirely fictional and maybe the worst poem I've ever written

Here in the suburbs

where the meaninglessness of life

becomes more evident 

with every sit com we watch

every police procedural

I fell in love

with my daughter's middle school teacher

(It was ok

we were both divorced

and my daughter didn't go

to that school any more)

We met by chance

at a Starbucks

She was overweight  but attractive

So was I 

We exchanged numbers

By the third date

we were watching tv

Her kisses were like honey

She liked Law & Order

Special Victims Unit

But why call the police

into people's sex lives?

I thought to myself

Sure, leave the minors alone

But between consenting adults

most things are ok

We had to break up eventually 

I didn't like her shows

I preferred other forms of banality