My lover texted me: she is about
seix weeks pregnant, by some bi-polar lout.
As for my love for her (she did not doubt
it) she wrote, tersely, that she must "bow out";
followed by "you old fool, you are pathetic"
(spoken by her addiction (cold and septic).
Some Roman poet suggested, in his verses:
the Universe, in sublte ways, uncovers
vengeance---against those who insult a lover's
sorrow---brutal with obstacles and curses.