After Finding Out You Have a Lover
I try to pretend
it doesn't matter,
like garbage
the day after pick-up,
or feeding to the cat
the remains
of our 7,300th meal.
I try to pretend
it doesn't matter,
like foreign subtitles
on a silent movie,
or hearing only gibberish
when your lips say
goodbye.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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