that love will never come
again in
her life.
i'm done with it, she says.
men.
the whole parade
of hope
and wishful thinking.
i'm better off
without a husband,
without
someone around the house
all day.
there's no one left,
they're all taken, the good
ones at least.
how about you?
are you free tonight?
pack a bag,
you can stay.
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