I cried a black angora dress
	because he burned our wedding photos,
	three silk nightgowns
	for a box of letters

	when he fucked the blonde
	in my bed, I shed
	four hundred fifteen tears
	on a pair of boa boots
	plus tax

	the dislocated shoulder
	wept an emerald ring,
	a sapphire tennis bracelet
	when he cut my lip

	next to the 
	you're ugly when you're pregnant
	rayon jacket, hangs a
	go to hell black leather skirt

	by design, one size too small

	the wardrobe is crammed
	with fights and mistresses,
	fuck you, whore, go to hell outfits

	I've a whole damn boutique
	but not one I love you
	to wear


  Renay  
  gundersr@london.kerr.orst.edu