running into the ex wife

i run into

one of the ex-wives

at the post

office,

but i can't tell which one it is.

they all

look the same

from behind.

the horns and tail,

and the cleft hooves

are a dead

give away.

i can smell 

the burning embers

of fire and brimstone

in the air.

carefully, i tip toe away,

backwards

and slink

into the shadows,

before running away

full speed.

i can mail this letter tomorrow.