“If I had three lives, I’d marry you in two. And the other?  That life over there at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing — a memoir, maybe a novel or this poem.  No kids, probably, a small apartment with a view of the river, and books — lots of books and time to read. Friends to laugh with; a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it’s alive.  I’m thinner in that life, vegan, practice yoga.  I go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in swingy skirts and big jewelry. I vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I do him.…