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| did you think I ever cared your wife
was not the one? I cared - only that you wasted fire on a dreamless suit stopped coming to my room on whispered passion breathing slowly, free for hours she called your bluff so you left me then dead children wailed in silent graves. I wondered if they lived in glass garage jars perfect - but for life I did not know their cries as mine but your wife, she said when gin ran out and grief was high on my soundless pain you were gone from me taking heaven with you, killing god just to be sure daughter understood how dead life was I always understood |
| *image: Jean-Paul Avisse |
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