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Topic: Poetry

I left while you were still in the shower
without a single word of goodbye,
taking my broken black bra in hand
and out into the still, gray morning.

Sneaking out, I swept the landscape
of my old neighborhood, tucking
my dangling breasts as best I could,
afraid I might be recognized.

I have never left anyone this way before.
In the car my gut exploded into my chest
and thighs, liberation spreading revelation,
warm and delicious as apple butter.

Driving, I imagined your briefly perplexed look,
the cocksure shrug of your shoulders,
and your hands,
which had tried so hard the night before,
reaching for your toothbrush.

I expect you’ll resent me later.

I drove to the sprawling cemetery.
There among the headstones
the sun crowned and swans swam
while I gave myself the orgasm
you had failed to.