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pieces of me

reaching for you

scattered ideas of vague happiness

lay limp all askew

the map of your heart

blotted by its own loss

churlish was your behavior

excusable my frost

trust, a loaded pistol

pointed directly at my heart

a play upon reality

miserable odds

at such pity's table

could bankrupt why even regret

a veritable tragedy

owned by my own inability

to set the record straight

my understanding committed suicide

as well

this morning

when you callously admitted

you couldn't be bothered by my

ridiculous woman's needs

you sneered that I should take a

pet lover

I thought well when I divorce you

I shall

and a rich thick anticipation of such

great pleasures to come

fueled my anger's speed..............

(Feb. 4, 2000 5am)