that awkward thing where
the woman who calls you her husband
reaches for your hand and tries to interlace fingers
she never does that – not in all these years
and it’s like somebody just tried to hand you a spider or
a bucket of something repulsive
and you pull your hand away and shudder
ew
was that out loud?
also, you’re in the same mall
where you strolled with your lover
just days ago
fingers interlaced
where you had your picture taken in one of those
coin-op photo booth things with the curtain
you still carry the pictures
of smiles and passionate kisses
in your wallet
and you’re coming upon the photo booth now
and the woman who calls you her husband
suddenly gets this great idea