Amerika

He was a jealous husband without a wife.
I needed security and he gave me bullets
to rain down upon those discreet affairs
(which came, and passed. We settled in
to our familiar routine: me with my cat
and he out stalking prey. At night he’d
return with greenbacks in his ochre eye,
demanding fidelity, abstract truth and an
Amerikan way of life. I don’t understand
how it came to this. I trusted him with
my life savings. He didn’t believe in me.
I see it now (with the clarity of sight
denied the blind. I sign divorce papers.
His mistrust did not (a coalition make.

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