Sheās backĀ
with a vengeance
wishing misery
on his head,
on his heart,
on his intestines.
She loves him still,
but wants him dead.
She feels a fool
for believing
anything he said.
Over shots of whiskey
with a kindred heart,
she shares her grief.
Naked on a tabletop
they find release
if not relief.
The trystĀ
is caught
on camera
for old loversĀ
and othersĀ
to see.
The manĀ
who left herĀ
at the altar
is quick to judge,
but who is he?
Who is he?
