Mary’s eyes widened
before crinkling.
She wrinkled her nose
and curled her lip,
staring at the paper
on the kitchen table
that he’d left
beneath the candle.
The wax a puddle
beneath its wick.
He wanted the old Mary,
or a divorce.
She lowered her eyes
to the left.
She shifted on her bed,
falling asleep;
if that’s what you call it.
Ruminating wide awake,
listening to the broken
dreams on her lonely bed.

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