i can see
already
how this is going to go.
there's too much baggage,
not enough
water has gone under
the bridge.
too much looking
in the rearview
mirror.
husbands and boyfriends
are still
trying to get into her pants.
i cancel the cake, which
is tragic,
i rip up the invitations.
i call the minister
and tell him the good news.
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