Song of the single mum: Date night.

Of course, you love flirting with me.

I make good conversation, take care of my hair

Fingers, feet and breath. I have a pretty smile

You could parry intelligently with me

About most things, except maybe frogs or chemistry.

I know a little about a lot of things. I fake it well

I will tell you I’ve enjoyed having dinner with you,

And acknowledge privately that the wine is helping my charm.

The night is full of possibility: more talk, more wine

But as we get to your place for that one last drink,

And you kiss me, having shoved me gently against the door,

I have to issue a little warning

I may not look as old as I am, or as if I’ve given birth.

But good genes don’t bless away the grapefruit skin,

Or moonlight scars on my soft stomach

I have a Caesarian gash, which might turn you off;

And breasts that have been functional and on display,

Unintentionally. Effects will show

So if all that matters to you is a fun lay,

A little variety between the sheets,

Turn off the lights, be a man and let’s play

But if there’s going to be more, then leave the lights on;

Let the night go beyond my poise

And shine its drunk light on my imperfections.

Do you prefer less woman, I wonder.

And would I bore you next week? If, that is,

You last beyond my xoxo-note in the morning?