she's a very busy girl

i find a pair

of shoes under my bed.

they aren't mine.

they are black and recently

polished.

size 11.

i get on my knees

and look

under the bed,

there's a man under there,

trying to hide

in the shadows.

i hear a rattle in the closet,

so i open

up the doors,

another man.

the toilet flushes, i

knock.

a man says, hey,

i'm busy in here.

my wife, geeze, i just

can't trust her

anymore.