by Stephanie Music

Created on: November 13, 2009   Last Updated: November 16, 2009

my marriage ended on Thanksgiving

i came home from work early to find

an empty glass, marred with lipstick

the sheets, twisted in knots like laughter

cigarette butts in the ashtray, not your brand

the smell of stale smoke and perfume lingering

they weren't the kind of leftovers I expected

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