EX-HUSBAND

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When an ex husband finds his irrelevance 

at the bottom of his thousandth cigarette, 

He tells you he’s praying for your soul.

He’s still plying away

Gotta squeeze through a crack.

This old mans charging through digital words create a magical narrative 

Where the art falls flat. Sideways perhaps.

When an ex husband finds himself typing I hope you find happiness 

He conveys his deepest desire

To cancel it.

And with every flag pointing north, he will claim they face south.

How? He cries

Can truth exist without my permission?

He circumnavigates the globe hunting new wife material,

gormandizing every potential,

refusing to grasp

satiation escapes greed

and alludes control.

An unhappiness goblin faster than any criminal.