Adultery

Here’s an I love you poem.
And here’s the part where
the poem turns and turns 
and turns. I want you to 
know that these flowers
are for you but I do not
know exactly how to present
them. There’s so many 
shapes to these flowers and
so many ways to say I’m in
love. Don’t you ever get tired
of these goddamn poems? 
I do and that’s, as they 
say, the final word. And now
for the piéce de résistance
you cheating bitch, fuck you.

— published in Linebreak
 — published in Poetry

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