the trophy wife

i'm your trophy

wife,

the second wife told me once,

staring

at herself

in the full-length mirror

before going out

on a Friday night.

she spun

around,

and fluffed her hair,

pouting her

lips while

tightening the jawline

of her face.

she squirmed

and squealed,

making her body

curve like

a cat in heat.

yes. you are i told her.

but who knew

they gave

out trophies

for tenth place.