As in I’m being chased like a dog*

*No particular dog, just a mutt.

As in, because I just killed* a guy

*By killed I mean threw a drink* in his face.

*probably a marguerita, I forget

As in, The guy was my husband*

*by husband I mean Joey, who keeps promising things*

*like maybe marriage, maybe faithful*

*sleeping with just me and not my sister and my best friend*

*well, we’re really not friends anymore

As in, now that I threw the drink in his face, he won’t stop chasing* me,

*I don’t even think he saw me leave

As in at least now, he will understand* me

*maybe now he will call



Francine Witte’s poetry and fiction have appeared in Smokelong Quarterly, Wigleaf, Mid-American Review, Passages North, and many others. Her latest books are Dressed All Wrong for This (Blue Light Press,) The Way of the Wind (AdHoc fiction,) and (The Theory of Flesh.) Her chapbook, The Cake, The Smoke, The Moon (flash fiction) will be published by ELJ September, 2021. She lives in NYC.