Adios
he circled the bush never saying what he meant but passion
keeps sticking in my craw, my perspective a little whacked after a drive into the city
to lunch with a friend who stopped speaking to me for reasons i didn't understand, which
in the end was neither here nor there, he had already decided to divorce me because
i didn't need him enough or do my tumor etiquette quite right or keep in proper touch
during the last seven months or who the hell knows, none of it really mattering
except the fizzling passion, better we had come to blows
we met so long ago on the dark side of hell better to have ended there
than in the middle of a bowl of soup,
for going softly into the night
which he paraded as grace and good manners
i am loathe to forgive him beyond that,
better he goes with God
