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I became a cartoon

in theory

Micky Mouse would have been proud

a sweet dappling of light

busied itself on my thigh

trees along the shore line

danced gently

to the graceful water's edge

making polite conversation with

the wind

as they moved passed the sand

I was immobile

a pale dressed coconut

holding loosely a forgotten drink

a tall glass

held in a tall woman's trembling hand

seeing her life as it really is

discarded

one moment unmentioned

I saw him kiss her

like I use to long for Him to kiss me

we will divorce now

and without him ever knowing

that I saw that little rusty knife

he slipped into my  heart

my pride at least I will not allow to

be destroyed

how come it hurts

this finally fully knowing

its completely over

when that's just what I've been wanting

for more than two years now

I suppose it could be because reality is

not quite so perfect

as the idea of it...............

(March 6, 2000 230pm)