Untenable
Here’s a puzzle
for you she says
and throws the
pieces in his face
They flutter
like confetti
take their time
to settle
half his face
a ringed finger
on a woman’s hand
something out of
focus in the background
She turns around
and leaves
righteous with
his imagined grief
He tries to
unimagine her being unbereaved
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