Poem. The Other Woman. Katie Lewington.


God help the other woman
who has to follow his movements through Facebook
meeting his family through poorly punctuated updates
tagged tweets and pinned meals out at a restaurant for a birthday
that, surprise surprise, she was not privy to, his gift still lays unopened
the other woman is a child, must not be seen, must not be heard
fills her cunt with toys and heart with doubts

She’s stressed,  burnt out
like the wife he meant to leave
discards her, discarded them all
once they begun to question

why won’t you leave her for me?

K.L 2016  ©


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