no support no doubt

though you love so much and so freely

or so you claim

feigning every emotion

you've learned to corrupt

for the sake of your needy control

I'd bet you still believe

I meant it when I said I carried the world's

largest torch for you

and that we were secret loves somewhere somehow

in creation

and this because you were close

to divorcing your husband

and I hoped for nothing more

than an opportunity to fuck

the body you were married in

that ass-tounding piece of architecture (sorry)

well an insincerity for an insincerity (sorry?)

and like all manipulative women

you'll hand on your feet

like un chat (and please do not accuse

me of stereotypical thinking

when I watch the outlandish identities

you body forth in your absurd fashions

killing the messenger won't help you now

especially when he has nothing else to say)

however that does not mean

you'll get away with anything

you CTs pay for your sins

in tiny increments

over as long a time as you have left

on your clock

small repayments of lines and sagging

skin and legs ruined by high heels

breasts so firm in their natural uplift

descending more closely each year to knocking your belly

and that prize-worthy keester

drooping like a hope on payday

and the gray steel wool thatch of muff

no one doing somersaults for you any more

you've buried most of them by now

and wonder who'll do as much for you

so you see there are really no hard feelings here

how could there be when we're both such good liars

we didn't know it or better still

did but didn't care and I don't know the depth

of your disdain for styles of conduct but for me nothing

but the cold reality of these kind of love won over

and savored...

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