A Recent Split
January 24th, 2012
by Len Kuntz
I did not tear your white dress.
It was me
at the other end of the room
who dished up drinks
from a blue bowl of vodka.
Her name was Valerie.
She said she knew you when
you were plump and lonely, not lovely.
She wanted to know
our sour history
and claimed to tire of trying so hard.
Or so she said.
Or so she appeared to say,
this sad former friend of yours.
She said, “If you kiss me quick, I won’t tell.”
See? I could not have torn your white dress.
There are a thousand crimes I can
rightfully be charged with
but you’re still pinning
this misdemeanor on me
the way a prom date does a corsage.
Do your best then,
new ex-wife of mine.
Stick a needle through me anywhere
and sew away.