wife,
or was it
the first
taped the telephones,
and had me followed,
collecting
evidence
to get more than her half
of the two
thousand dollars we
had saved in the bank.
she wanted
the toaster oven as well
as the mixer,
which i loved. the color
of a robin's egg.
why fight, i remember
asking her
as she packed her one
suitcase
before she made flight.
we can work
this out, it's only been
a month. no, she said,
taking her picture of jesus
off the wall
that she'd hung
over our bed.
i'm going home to mother,
it's over,
what we had
is dead.
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