the crazy ex wife

bone thin,

hollowed out by laxatives,

and a vegan

diet,

purging

the few calories

she took in

that day of carrots and kale,

she bends over the toilet

with a set

of boney fingers down her

throat,

then exhales.

she tells me that she wants

to leave the world,

end it all

like celebrities do

by rope or pill.

again? i say. but

i'm too tired to have this

talk again. so i shut

the door

and leave her in the room

where she's cradled

in a fetus like ball,

in darkness,

her raccoon eyes smeared

with make up

and confusion.

i go down the stairs

leaving to her woes,

and think

i'm in a bad dream, that this

is all

a crazy illusion.