i see
my wife at the store,
she's with
another man,
my daughter is there,
my son too.
my dog is in his car.
i watch them
as they go down the aisles
buying
the food
that i like.
he reads to her a note,
a list
that he's written down
in a black leather bound
book.
the man
is tall.
taller than me,
he has more hair, he's
younger,
he seems to have money,
in his grey
suit.
wearing a Harvard ring
on his hand.
there's an expensive
watch on his wrist, when
he laughs,
which he laughs a lot,
i can see his perfect
teeth.
he's a handsome man,
a clever man.
he has my family now.
strangely,
i understand.
i put back my can of spam
and leave.
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