i lace up this deadly gown
cinching tight inside
my feeling of helplessness
a bright proud smile painted in garish red
across my sultry
lips
and a practiced
hello
until the word is casual
enough to pretend
that evenings of red wine doused conversation
where I just
knew
beyond a doubt you loved me
won't trick my eyes into weeping deep down
and I can be coolly uninterested
in how Her
hips seem smaller than my best size eight
and Her framed annotated name
now hanging on your wall
seems somehow to
fit much better than my permanently stained coffee cup
on your desk.
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