SCREWED

                                                My wife found another man.

The night she told me,

Having waited

For just the right moment,

But it wasn’t the right moment

For me.  I felt bashed

And assaulted.  Mugged.

Dying would have been easier.

It was as though I’d been pressed in a winch

By a wench, until no air was left within.

Months passed.  I survived.

Understanding would take longer.

Two years later she wanted to return,

I no longer wanted her.

I was coming off a fill-in relationship

So filled with sex, I lost my virginity again.

My lover was a young mother

Rocked by her own divorce,

Remarkably kind and giving.

She gave me such tender attention

The gaping hole in me

Stopped throbbing.

I doubt we had a clue as to

What we were really doing.

We were both too bruised and needy

To create a sound place to stand.

We mistook physical comfort

For solid ground, but at least

This was our moment, our 15 rounders

Were over, we could leave the rings behind.