who refuses
to give her name, is finally
gone. i think.
she told me that she knows
who i am.
the real me.
not the image i portray
as i go about my day.
she says that i probably
don't know how to please
a woman sexually.
that i'm more than
likely impotent and mean.
stingy with my green.
i go through my list
of old girlfriends and wives.
it could be any of them.
or just some random
drink i had one night, a fling.
it's fun for a while,
not unlike a cat toying
with a mouse.
but then, enough is enough,
and i have to block her.
but knowing her, the way
i do, she'll find another
phone to use.
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