All Hail the Non-Custodial!
He who reads your journals,
and holds their fatalistic contents against you
For THIRTEEN.
FUCKING.
YEARS.
He who gives you
Just what you deserve
and more
He who stayed up countless nights,
witnessing crying jags
of an anxious infant
from across the room
on the couch
in his unemployed haze
while you begged to be relieved
so you could sleep enough
for work in the morning
Hail the non-custodial!
For never reading a single book
about parenting
or education
but who is just sure
You are doing it wrong
Who doesn’t want you
to bother him
with the details…
Unless he does.
Hail the custodial!
who complains about
discriminatory courts
Who enjoys custodial rights, but never
custodial responsibility
Who never questions
why birthday celebrations
slumber parties
and pretty much all relationships
exist at the home of the custodial.
Never considers the cost
of creating a welcoming home,
but enjoys the privilege
of not having to pay it.
Hail him! Bow before him!
Prostrate yourself for the crumbs
that barely pay the grocery budget
of a house with two
Growing
Teenage boys.
The same amount
that supported
toddler diets and
grade school needs
can now certainly be stretched
to cover
adolescent appetites
and extracurricular
activities.
Throw roses in his wake,
as he tells you
that’s all you’re getting.
Curse your inability to understand
non-custodial math
as you foolishly add up the costs of lodging,
entertainment,
education,
and logistical expenses.
Make sure he knows how special
and holy
he is.
And always. Always. ALWAYS.
Find a way to make do
without his assistance
Because those in custody
should not have to want
for his wanting.
p.s. The subject
of this poem
is FICTIONAL.
Because
Maude forbid anyone
EVER
besmirch the
good name
of the
non-custodial.
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