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On your engagement

A post on Facebook
informed me today
that you got engaged.

To some loser.

The kind you are so
good at finding.

I was surprised by the
range of emotions
coursing through me now
– from outrage,
to disappointment to
a sense of irreparable loss.

Like the way I’d feel
if I read someone
bought the fucking
Taj Mahal.

You are monumental, babe!

I can not believe you
agreed to be somebody’s
private property.

No one can or should
try to own you.

You know more than anyone
else how ill suited
you are for the outmoded
institution of marriage.

You, who can get bored
of anything in about ten
seconds flat, settling
for ‘happily ever after’?

The only girl
I know who could
pop three acid tabs
without a second
thought, doing
veggie shopping?

Are you kidding me?

You are too wild in
your heart to be

Please don’t get me wrong.
I wish you well and all that.
I wish I could wish you get old
and toothless with this
particular chump.

But it seems highly unlikely.

I give the whole thing a year.
Two at most.

And hope to meet you
sadder but wiser,
older but available,
divorced but happy
on the other side.

In the meantime,


I’m not good
at this ‘losing gracefully’
business at all, am I?