Rock Star

An impossible husband I bet Humble – no. Flat-faced and boring. I sold out, determined to find a bar. Now broke, but still thin. I lie. He is out for sure these days. When we married, we were content. Now, lower love, successful careers, and high addictions. Alternatively, such large issues no counselor will try. Suited, forced, a runway model’s look-a-like. So, I didn’t lie. He scours, ridiculing me to death. Amidst the radio blaring. Population us two. Relatively comparable, I’m slightly concerned.