It’s the old story, over and over again,

how someone travels to finish something

ends up in bed, travels back to ‘confess’

to the wife who he’s living apart from anyway

because of all this, then there’s the hapless

other, receiving this by text and having lavished

text- clucks of sympathy until the moment

when, at last, that amount of self-pitying

why-me- hit home, and number got deleted.


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