Aside

22 Weeks

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The trouble is you never asked me to give it up —

the job, the scandal, the booze, the fun; I just knew
it all had to go if we were going to make it.

You said, “I think you like the way they look at you,”
and I could taste the venom on your tongue.  The only thing
you asked me to sacrifice was my figure for a child
whose promise may change my name,
one day,
to Bride.

If it’s any consolation,
they don’t look at me
anymore

and tonight, while you’re out
at the wedding, I lit all of the candles
on our porch
(the one room that you gave me
to be mine, the place you neglected
and never filled before I came,
but I still call
it ours). I looked at it
from the sidewalk. I was happy
with the glow.

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