I guess I’m supposed to be embarrassed

Everyone else seems to be

For me

I don’t go to law school

So I missed the instruction


Over forty

divorced existence

In public

Is a crime

Only whispered about

And only slightly


To manslaughter

Which I understand

I’m also meant to



Wished-for revenge

Through my teeth

Like the glass of

Malbec I had to

Buy myself

You just haven’t

Found him yet

They pat and


And cringe

ever so slightly

Under concerned


And above

relieved shoulders

I guess I’m supposed

To be sad

That BBC and flannel

Was my real trauma

That checking an

Unclaimed box

At hospital admission

Was my real crisis

That an empty box

In the back of my


Was worse

Than a backyard of bones

I guess I’m not

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