A friend suffers through a divorce made
worse by good old boy judges and an ex-husband’s
wealth used as a weapon, a cudgel that could
just as easily break her jaw as her heart. I am
in loathe with my friend, but she cannot know it;
that would make matters worse. That would add
complexities to complications that already tear
at her soul like demented wolves feasting on
their own litters, howling at the screams
of their young as they swallow living corpses
only just now released from their wombs.
