the poet’s life

what does it mean if, when your ex uses you,
your daughter does not even acknowledge
your existence, and you fall for your friend
who is already married, all you can think of
is writing a verse? there must be something
inherently wrong with a man who steals
his own story just to please, for a moment,
a casual passer-by.

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