Ex-glass
written by: Carrie Magness Radna
@cmrboxwoodstar1
He broke a glass
late tonight—
only water & ice
danced in the
ex-glass
& his almost-ex
almost whipped
his ass
in the morning
she found
a sliver of
ex-glass
under the couch
while she ate
breakfast
“What the hell happened?”
she shouted,
waking him up
as he dozed on the couch.
“My left arm
had a life of its own,”
he shrugged.
“Sorry. I’ll clean it up.”
“Carefully! Don’t get cut.”
Why is she his almost-ex?
She still cared—a little.
Maybe we can piece together
our relationship
before it’s too late—
he thought
as he swept up
the rug.
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