he loved me perfectly
more completely
in one night
than all the others
with their combined efforts
overblown eight ball romances
egos
ivy league educations
wallets
fun house cocks
poorly tailored psychology
wearing cowboy boots
on a summer night in detroit
front men screaming at their drummers
and the sight of me walking away
over the decades of my
failed overtures
at making a life
all gods
whose constellations
have been burned from my sky
they’re all my favorite divorce
but not him
no, certainly not
he makes me regret all the lesser men
for whom i’ve bought
well meaning neckties
June 3, 2013 at 12:10 pm
Magical! Bravo
June 19, 2013 at 4:31 pm
Thank you!
June 4, 2013 at 12:06 am
Wow! Great writing, great punch! Excellent.
June 19, 2013 at 4:29 pm
:)!!
June 8, 2013 at 6:56 pm
”poorly tailored psychology
wearing cowboy boots”………….you take my breath away, you really do
June 14, 2013 at 1:32 am
Damn!!!