lasted
about an hour, and then she answered
her phone,
which had
been dinging
the whole time we made
love.
it was her
married boyfriend
of ten years, asking
for one more
chance.
he told her he was leaving
his wife
right after Valentine's day.
just give me
one more
chance. please. please.
i can't live
without you.
she showed me his texts
and the picture
of himself
on his boat, holding a sea bass,
with tears
streaming down his face,
wilting his
grey mustache.
what should i do, she asked me
as she lay
in bed wearing her
honeymoon
lingerie, with church rice
still in her hair.
do i believe him this time?
should i give him
another chance?
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