i fucked him
there's a difference,
she says into the phone
explaining that she met an old friend
they did some blow
spent the night together.
she's so sorry
loves me
can i ever forgive her?
we're not even dating
we've been
on and off
in some quasi lust
span of boredom
for a year and a half.
i don't want to be with her
she's a unidimensional flake
a simulacrum
a sub-par mother
to a three year old
who runs around
like a feral dog.
so why is my
cell-phone
in a hundred pieces?
why is my
front door
torn off the hinges?
why am i ready
to throw myself in the river
like every other
sucker through the centuries
who let a whore
drop down
into the substratum
of his heart?
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