one of my
ex wives
cut me off from having sex.
i think it was
the third wife.
she was punishing me
for having caught
her in a lie,
which was about as easy
as shooting
fish in a barrel.
she slept on the far edge
of the bed
for three weeks,
no kiss goodnight,
no words, no nothing,
just the cold shoulder.
if the bed had been a water
bed,
her side would have been
frozen solid.
in time i learned
not to call her out on
her lies, but to pretend
i didn't know
the truth.
i made out like everything
was hunky dory.
before long, she was
back to once a week
on Saturday night,
reluctantly,
if she didn't have a headache
or if her phone
didn't ring.
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