down goes svetlana

you have no
money, she tells you
in a long
broken English
e mail.
you imagine her
sitting
with a white
poodle in her lap,
staring out
the window
of her country
estate, looking
lovingly
at her black
Mercedes sports
car. you are short
and bald too
and you don't
know how
to please a woman.
I can no
longer see you.
I am, how you
say, breaking up
with you
and your silly
ways. I want a man
in my life,
not a boy
playing boy games.
you are a smart
aleck, is that
the term? and
a child, do not
communicate with me
any further.
goodbye. and one
more thing, you left
your shoes here,
which I will throw
away, since they are
unpolished, cheap
and old like you.