Divorcing Harry

Because you are impossible

to tie down.

Handcuffs and straitjacket, your hands, tongue,

lips unlock everything.

We are being buried alive; cedar coffins,

dirt. You can escape

from anything, even when

you're six feet under, but I

am suffocating.

Your weight, a full deck of cards

fanned out above me.

You know all the tricks.

Because it's Chinese Water torture

and you can hold your breath

longer than I can. Because I finally understand

it's just the act. Deceiving. Deception.

Delusion. When you cut me in half,

claim to put me back

together again while the audience

applauds.

Because you bow.