chester maynes


far is the sound of
your lover’s blubber
and miles away are
your sober totter

our divorce is rattled
as pieces of paper signed
with our nervous signatures
and silly concoctions

we demolished our I Do’s
and trapped our jealousies
inside our arrogant cubicles
unable to bury the hatchet

rare is this moment
when we cannot fathom
our equivocal delinquencies
that destroyed a home



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