if she'd been born
three hundred years earlier
they would have
burned her at the stake
I tell
my therapist. she laughs
and crosses
herself, amen, she says
then writes something
down on
her legal pad.
remember a year ago, she says. how
discombobulated you were.
I love that word, I tell her.
people should use it more often.
but yes. I had basically lost
my marbles after
being married to
that crazy woman for a whole year.
the lying, the cheating, the betrayal.
I think back at how
sick she made me...
calm, down, she says. calm down
breathe and repeat after
me,
she not your problem anymore
and she's out
of your house.
say these words after me
and click
your heels together.
there's no place like home
there's no place like home
there's no place like home.
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