your fourth wife
was your favorite and she
was fond of you
as well.
it was her mother that
gave you trouble.
living
in the other room
with her cats,
always around, sniffing
into your business
and barking
her remarks like
when are you going to get
a job,
or do you think
that bathrobe might need
to be washed.
you've worn it nine
straight days.
if not for her you would
still be married
to the fourth wife,
living in marital
bliss. well, something
like that.
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