KC's Texts
extended haiku/senryu by a bitter ex
Ex hiding secrets
my presence sets off alarms
“friends” oblivious
He smiles at their faces
pretending he’s not cruel
texts reveal his truth
He calls them pretty
says lack personality
unless there is booze
One he calls ugly
she invites attractive ones
she’s useful to him
I type, pause, consider
sending screenshots to them
fury in my hands
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
By Tina D. LopezExclusive • 3 months ago
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I'm sorry you suffered from giving your heart to someone like that. The only thing to do is rise above. Getting him out of your life makes room for someone who will be good for you and good to you.