Product of Divorce: A Confession in Parts

Part 1

She drives as you rip your lips off - 

a careful transition, she's too 

focused on the road, 

we all are.

Underneath is a different smile,

your teeth are so radiant they surprise you,

you haven't brushed 

since middle school. 

You realize how funny it is 

that your expression is the same 

as his and his, so funny it 

brings you to the biggest sobs you could imagine.

It must be all my free time now.

Part 2

Every two hours. 

Euphoric, ecstatic, elated, elastic

bends so far you might wince, but 

nothing is taut enough for a snap.

Every two hours.

Always, never, hate, love all

the people I'm with I am invisible near,

by myself I am just as ghastly. 

Every two hours.

a week-long bender, a nasty phone call

to people you never wonder about anymore- 

you extinguish everything they wonder.

Cannot spend a weekend alone.

Reviews

[Chris]

Sometimes you understand and others you're clueless... and angry and hurt and soooo damn numb.