Based on his wildly popular New Yorker piece, Thurber Prize-winner John Kenney presents a hilarious collection of love poems for, well, married people.
Full of brilliant wit, dynamic energy, and a heavy dose of reality, Love Poems for Married People takes the poetic form, turns it upside down and leaves it in the dishwasher to dry. Inspired by one of the most shared New Yorker pieces of all time, this collection captures the reality of life once the spark of a relationship has settled--and hilariously so. With brand new pieces that cover all areas of married life, from parental gripes to dwindling sex lives, Kenney's wry observations and sharp humor remind us exactly what it's like to spend the rest of your life with the person you love.
I was almost feeling fondness for you As you gave me a shoulder massage at the sink-- What a small, lovely surprise. And then you grabbed my boobs and made a "wha-wha" noise. In an instant, I felt disgust and sadness and regret.
John Kenney is the author of three novels and four books of poetry, including Love Poems for Married People. His first novel, Truth in Advertising, won the Thurber Prize for American humor. He is also the author of Talk to Me, which received a starred Kirkus review. He is a long-time contributor to The New Yorker magazine’s Shouts & Murmurs. He lives in Larchmont, NY, with his wife, Lissa, and two children.
They say love is light. I think they do. I’m not really sure. I might have heard that in a Subaru commercial.
The point is that I see your light right now. And I wish I didn’t. Because I’m really tired. And I had a long day. And I have to get up early tomorrow. All of which you know.
Another thing they say is that a man can know something but forget it almost instantly. Like a goldfish. I sigh the sigh I sigh when I’m annoyed. But you don’t hear me. Because you have earbuds in. And are watching what appears to be a video of people bodysurfing on pudding. And here I thought you were reading a book.
Maybe love is like light. In that it can fade. Seriously. Would it kill you to watch that in the bathroom?
ORGY
Autumn. Overcast and cool. Woodsmoke-scented air. Leaves in the yard.
We decided to go out back among the tall hedgerows to rake and bag the leaves.
You said, in a very sexy voice, “We’re out of garbage bags.” And in your shrugging I might have seen your breasts move,
Had they not been covered by your fleece sweatshirt, your work shirt, and your T-shirt.
“Well, I’m going in,” you said. Later, we heated up Dinty Moore beef stew and then you went to bed. I watched half a Jason Bourne movie.
Did I say orgy? Sorry, my mind wandered. I meant yard work.
DATE NIGHT
Who are you . . . What? . . . texting. I was just wondering . . . Sorry. What? You’re texting and I just . . . Client. Wait. They’re changing a . . . What? Meeting. Tomorrow now. Oh, O.K. Well, I guess I’ll check . . . Done. So, who are you . . . One second. Sorry. Fuck. Work? What? Is it work? Wait. I told them where the file was. Who? What? Nothing. Damn it. It’s on the thumb drive. They know that . . . What is? What? Nothing. This restaurant is nice. What?
IS THIS THE RIGHT TIME FOR THAT?
Standing at the door ready to go, tapping my foot. (We are late for my sister’s surprise party.) I turn and see you in the kitchen, like a man on a summer afternoon by a lake casually adjusting a fishing rod.
Only it’s not a fishing rod. It’s fingernail clippers. And you are cutting your fingernails over the sink. You look up, and perhaps because of the expression on my face you say, “What?” It would be impossible for me to explain if you don’t already understand.
ARE YOU IN THE MOOD?
I am. Let’s put the kids down. Have a light dinner. Shower. Maybe not drink so much. And do that thing I would rather do with you than with anyone else. Lie in bed and look at our iPhones.
Apparently I'm going to say something very uncool: I am very happily married. My husband and I enjoy each other's company and we do cool things together.
I had hoped this book would be a celebration of marriage even while acknowledging that a lot of marriage really is text conversations about cat poop. Yes, let's recount how long it takes to decide where to eat out on any given night or who's going to fold the fitted sheet with some snarky verse, but then let's remind ourselves how much we enjoy sitting on the couch, laughing at the same things later. But, instead, these poems were depressing. There was no depth, no happiness, dare I say no love; it was just an endless slog through how much one person annoys the other.
The title of “Love Poems” ( for married people), captured my attention without needing to know anything about it... but when my friend Tracy told me how much fun she and her husband had reading this book together... I was instantly sold: even more so when she told me they were weird and hilarious.
Just the dedication and table of contents made me laugh.
But then ... as I read each poem ( if that’s what we call them)... I was less encouraged that I’d be gut belly laughing.
I thought many were cute.
I wasn’t fond of one story... It was more than a joking dig... the choice of words was alarming... regret??? if her husband touched her boobs? Regret was too strong of a word for ‘not-in-the-mood’, IMO!
One of my favorites though is called “Emily’s name isn’t Rachel”. Each of us remembers many things that aren’t particularly useful. But things that ‘are’ useful.. like remembering our friends names, is. Especially if we’re being invited to their house. I can’t even count how many times either Paul or I have forgotten friends names and or the people themselves..... people we’ve spent time with! Yep... guilty!! But.... in all fairness-‘ we hosted a Friday night gathering at our house every week for five years. Over 1000 people had come through our house for a community warm water soak. I was pretty good about remembering everyone’s name but... sometimes??? Out of context - I was chopped liver.
Couples counseling ( part 3).... role playing was cute! As in role playing ‘together’... not that other hot stud muffin or sex-pot.
My final critique is that these poems are more cute -rather than haha funny.
I think poetry might be a loaded word, let’s call these short musings on marriage in an easy to swallow format. When I started to read this collection I wasn’t completely enamored, but as I let a few percolate and then went about the business of sharing a life with someone, I realized just how well observed these musings really were.
Whether it’s a misunderstanding at a Mexican restaurant in the poem Let’s spice things up, to the maneuverings required for two people to agree on a simple thing in What time should we leave for the airport? or the simply stated Our love is tested in traffic, Mr. Kenney made me smile and giggle at the truisms he imparts.
I’ve been a long time fan of Judith Viorst’s witty poetry, having collected her decades series, and I found a hint of her perceptive wit in this collection as well. It’s not Shakespeare, but neither is marriage A Midsummer Night’s Dream sometimes. I recommend this if you like your poetry just a little bit askew and I’ll share one for a taste.
Why are you in the shower with me? Did the bathtub shrink? I ask because here we are, naked, showering together, like we once did all the time. Remember? At the beginning? We would stand and talk, seals slipping by one another, a playful ease letting the other into the stream. Now? I’m not sure what you’re doing in here. I’m freezing. There’s shampoo stinging my eyes. You just stepped on my foot. For the love of Christ, who flushed the toilet? Because I’m being scalded alive. Get out. Now. It was a nice idea though, honey. Could you close the door?
There were a few that didn't quite hit the mark for me, but overall I enjoyed this collection and it propelled me to read his novel, Talk to Me, which I equally enjoyed.
I guess this is in jest but I hate books/media that portrays married couples like this. I don't find it funny in the least. I'm sorry to anyone in a relationship like this - and suggest you get out of it. Life is too short and there are much better humans than these shitty people.
I didn't find this book very funny. Maybe because my marriage isn't bitter and miserable.... Long term relationships and marriage shouldn't be this bitter, IMO.
My husband got this for me for christmas. It's a cute, quick read... less poetry and more the musings of a married couple who have settled into the comfortable, and ok, yes, sometimes obnoxious rhythms of their lives. Like how unsexy showering together can be. And how annoying the light from thier phone or kindle can be when you're trying to sleep. And how they can remember completely unnecessary factoids but can't seem to recall someone's name.
It's a list of all the little things that get under the skin, and the sweet moments that can quickly turn sour, but in a funny-cause-we've-been-there kind of way.
No matter what you might say, no marriage is perfect. They all have their scars and bruises and bumps. And this brave little book just lays it out there, warts and unshaved legs and all.
Maybe I haven't been married long enough to hate my spouse, but I just didn't get the humor in these poems. Also sounds like having kids is miserable. Maybe I just didn't get it and maybe I don't really want to.
Jimmy and I sat on the couch and took turns reading every single poem in this collection. Most had us laughing so hard our faces hurt. A few were bittersweet and the last one (a heartfelt love poem for his wife) made me happy cry. Relatable and insightful and irreverent and accurate. John Kenney you’ve made a fan (two fans!!) for life.
And do that thing I would rather do with you than anyone else. Lie in bed an look at our iPhones.
This absolutely wasn’t for me. The humor is funny until you realize everything single damn poem has the same sort of “we’re just SO comfortable with each other” vibe it got annoying. I think if actual love poems were sprinkled into the mix, I would’ve liked it a LOT better.
I’m married myself and while a lot of these are relatable to my marriage (especially Why are you in the shower with me?), the tone just got more and more dragging of how they don’t seem to quite mesh so well. It honestly sounded like they were headed towards separation or divorce in the end. That could have been fine, but I wish the “jabby” tone of the poems wasn’t the main voice. I wish there were more love poems. I didn’t feel “in love” at all.
John Kenney has won the Thurber Prize for American Humor. It is evident in these irreverent, quirky, sometimes far-too-real-to-life poems about married life.
Are You in the Mood? I am. Let’s put the kids down. Have a light dinner. Shower. Maybe not drink so much. And do that thing that I would rather do with you than anyone else Lie in bed and look at our iPhones.
I read this book aloud to my husband and we laughed.
When I saw this at the library, I was so excited to read this book. Sadly, it was a total disappointment. This was less of a poetry book for married people and more like a poetry book by the author for their significant other 😆
"When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster. Isn't that interesting? And the funny thing is Shrimp Fest Is going on right now."
Goodness, never have I laughed so hard when I read poems. Usually, I would feel like 'auwww' or sad, crying. This is the funniest poetry book ever. It would surely lift your mood if you are down that day.
The author has great penmanship when it came down to writing poems about marriage life. He touched on sex routine, couple therapies, in-laws situation, work-life balance, booze and children. Oh and one poem about amazing weekend from a perspective of child-less colleague, compared to married couple with kids. Too hilarious.
As a married woman, most of the poems he wrote, just so damn true. It happened, one way or another. So if you are single (and bitter about it), kindly read other poetry books. Because you might be upset after you are done with this.
"And then you Cupped my boobs And made a wha-wha noise And in instant I felt disgust And sadness and regret."
John Kenney's satirical book of love poems is simultaneously hilarious and moving, heartbreaking and profound. It's simply an excellent read. It's also the perfect gift for anyone who's ever been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
I'm flying through John Kenney's poetry collections and loving them all. Something is holding me back from giving them 5 stars, and I think it's just because I'm not a poetry fan in general and it doesn't hit as hard as novels do to me. But these are all excellent.
Not my favorite, I just couldn't find the humor in most of the poems in this one. Some seemed just cruel. It was quite a sharp contrast to the Love Poems for People with Children. Maybe I just like my husband too much.
This book was so charming and humorous, I was literally laughing out loud while reading in bed. Which, naturally, disturbed my sleeping partner. So I had to read him the funny poems, which just felt poignant for this book.
Poetry isn’t really my genre. Something about it always makes me feel so inadequate and most of it just seems to go over my head. I do have a few poems (and when I say a few I mean like 4) that I like but by and large, poetry just isn’t for me.
This book showed up for review about three weeks ago and the minute I tore it open, I was literally laughing so hard. The poems in this book are perfect for married couples. If you have been married—even for a couple of months—this book will resonate with you.
I have been married for fifteen years and we just had our first child two years ago—-and this book of poetry literally spoke to me in a way that no other ‘mommy and marriage’ article on the web could possible come close to.
This collection of poetry was a delight to read. The poems were funny, real, and short. I read this book in one sitting and laughed more times than I can count.
I read a few of the poems outlaid to my husband, who also omitted a chuckle on a regular basis.
This collection is geared more toward the 30 something demographic (in my opinion) and for those couples that have maybe been married a little longer than six months, however, I think that any married couple (or couple in general) will find something to giggle about in this book. There are little jabs about life with kids, sex life, and of course one of the people not listening to the other.
The poems were so real and honest which was such a draw as a reader. I could relate to so many of them. This is a book that could be read by women or men and each would find something amusing about it. Highly recommend this book, especially with Valentines Day coming up, this would make for a perfect little gift for your significant other.
I don’t normally read poetry. But I enjoy funny things and married life is pretty hilarious. This was downloaded completely on whim after finding it on the library’s website and then read aloud to my fiancé as a sort of preemptive measure, I suppose. Some of the poems were completely unrelatable, this is targeted very much toward a prototypical one man, one woman, one or more kids sort of couple, but some foibles are just universal. Either way, these poems were fun, maybe not even amounts of fun, but overall very entertaining. Plus fiancé was thoroughly entertained. Granted that may be due to my exceptional delivery, but who knows, maybe it was the context. It’s such a quick read, there aren’t very many poems, but yeah, I’d recommend it for any couple, it’s just the right kind of cute. Charming at times, even.
In a world full of poems and songs about new love, I thought maybe this would be a collection of sweet poems about mature, well-established love. Something my partner of 11 years and I could enjoy and feel seen by.
Welp.
The straights are not okay, y’all. Just in case all those direly unfunny Boomer comics about hating your spouse didn’t get the message through, now we have a whole book of mediocre poesy that can be categorized roughly like this:
We don’t have sex anymore My wife is no longer attractive I have no communication skills and that’s funny Sleeping on the couch is funny
Thanks, John, for this book absolutely no one needed. Not more than they need to actually participate in their therapy sessions, anyway.
As a married person, this was entirely disappointing. There was not an ounce of positivity or love or care in these poems. It felt completely heteronormative (i.e. the husband forgets valentines day or whatever) and generally just left a depressing taste in my mouth. I think the author tried too hard to make some of the not-so-glamours realities of marriage funny. Overall, not impressed.
I have read lots of different jokes, tweet compilations, etc of comments on married life that were hilarious in their truth and honestly. This book was okay, but overall seemed to focus too much on lusting for other people or not being happy for me. I like ones that are honest, but still a happy/loving relationship. This book missed the mark for me.
I thought this was going to be a book of love poems for married people - see title. It was not. The poems are about the misery of being married to someone you hate. I thought it would be along the lines of Pablo Neruda. It was not. The poems are about terrible people doing terrible and unsatisfying and unkind things to their spouses. I should have read the reviews instead of going by the title.
This Book was definitely nothing like I expected, at all. I only continued to read because I wanted to know the Ending. Honestly, I was disturbed with some of the subjects of certain poems. Not on my recommendation list..
I randomly flipped to the poem “When are you planning to turn off your Kindle?” and knew I had to read this book. Funny, relatable, and often poignant.