Saturday, August 7, 2004

too good at lying to myself

pathetic insipid child,
there is no love,
didn't mommy tell you that?
as she unpacked
the crates from the divorce,
she said
marry rich
not for love

i thought her a fool
(but who is the fool
i sit here
with a crumbled life
and she is beginning anew.
no regrets.)

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