My Dear Husband
I had a choice, you or her.
shoved my hand inside
the milky grab bag:
An X through your name.
It is not my fault.
I tried to love you.
Attempted to smuggle you in
find a corner
in my blossoming cave
to burrow you
so you wouldn't feel put out
so you wouldn't think
I didn't love you
so you would let me be
but you persisted, struggled
against my limitations
until I was forced to cut you out
nix the fancy shit - the dress,
the cake, your mother who
I'd rather feed arsenic, all of it.
Dear, I can understand
why you're still upset.
But just hear me out.
You know how it is...
The scent of a woman
the way she yawns in the morning
soft laughter over a bowl of ice cream
the way she peeks over her glasses
lucid tumbles in early morning light
the way she is just so woman
My dear husband
You never stood a chance.
****This task was to write a poem to the thing (person) you didn't choose.
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