finding love at the dojo

my son took karate

lessons

when

he was five,

then six, all the ways

up to nine.

and then ten.

one day

my wife at the time

was leaving

the house

heading to the dojo

with her

hair done,

lipstick on,

and perfume. i'd never

seen her

look so good.

she said she too had

joined the program

to become

a black belt.

her white costume

was pristine.

was she wearing heels?

maybe.

a year

later we were divorced

and she was

with

the teacher,

Carlos, the Columbian.

but of course

that didn't work out

either.