seen the red flags,
married
to the felon
who betrayed his country
doing deals with
Saddam.
oil for food, as he skimmed
millions off
the top.
her man child son,
on the spectrum,
still in the basement at 33
years old,
no job, no girlfriend,
one pair of clothes.
her married boyfriend next
door.
his mustache and boat,
his dope.
his geezer band.
i should have seen the clues.
the suicidal idealization,
anorexia,
the borderline
disorder.
a lifelong vegan.
all of it adding up
to a giant cup of crazy
and yet i asked her to marry me,
and she said.
i do.
No comments:
Post a Comment