(offender not wedding)
and you are still alive
in an apartment next to the dump
tagged and tracked
like you are endangered
protected species
in sanctuary far from
kids, public pools, and schools.
Bully for you. Huzzah. Great.
You're still alive.
Outlived the mother
who took a child to prison to visit you,
mother who scolded
"He's dying. You don't want regrets."
The mother who moved your wife in
to a childhood home,
the opposite of a care package
unwrapped freshman year.
("He knows not to to go into your room.")
You outlived the best friend
and you outlived the first husband
and there is a the gnawing fear
you gonna outlive me.
So what?! I grew into a bitter woman,
love that grapefruit burn
numbs hands and hearts.
I love it. I love my bitterness.
And I will stay bitter to the bitter end.
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