i scan
i send. it comes back.
no,
they say.
we need a scan not an image.
but isn't a scan an image,
i reply. this is a scan, i just scanned
it ten minutes ago.
and no my name is not mr. vincent.
that's her name,
well her second husband's last name.
not mine.
i'm a man, once married
to the woman that this concerns.
back and forth we go with the so
called simple
divorce documents.
the ineptness is astounding.
misspellings all over the page.
finally, i give up and put it in
an envelope,
lick a stamp, address it and drop
in the mail.
like everything else
ever connected
to her
it's a web
of trouble
and lies, deceit.
nothing every seems right.
she's been nothing but a nightmare
since I met
her.
morning noon and night.
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