apropos of nothing
May 17, 2006
(that was then)
I found coke flaps and sticky porn mags under, in, and behind things for weeks after he left.
Enough loose change for bus fare and another woman's lipstick in the sofa cushions.
Debts for fun I'd never had, huge bills I'd never known about, and the evidence of lies I'd felt the sick stomach presence of but had stubbornly ignored for the sake of one more day.
I dumped it all out to her, the whole stupid, sordid story, full of rage and righteousness.
Always herself, she said, "Well there's a lesson learned."
I told her I was tired of learning fucking lessons, and hung up on her as if it were her fault, not mine.
(this is now)
Posted by sasha
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