A True Story
You ruined my marriage
You son-of-a-bitch
She wrote in an electronic
Mail that appeared
From nowhere
You had drinks with
My husband at
Some dive bar and
Now he thinks he's
A poet.
What's wrong with that?
I replied.
He left for Canada two
Days ago to cut timber
And be a poet.
Does this mean
You're single?
I inquired
Electronically.
She wasn't.
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Outsider Poetry, web comics, zombie movie reviews, artwork, and commentary on politics, fantasy football, and modern culture by Outsider poet Thomas L. Vaultonburg.
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