when
she was out walking
five miles with
two pound
dumbbells
strapped
around her ankles
to help
her wear
off the kale she just ate,
i'd rummage
through her purse,
looking for clues
of her infidelity.
but it was a waste of time,
a mistake,
i found
receipts and jewelry,
hotel keys,
and photographs.
but it didn't matter.
it was already way
too late.
she'd be gone before
the holidays.
i could hardly wait.
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