"Dogs do not test roller coasters,"
I sputtered beneath a laugh.
Her boyfriend knew the story would.
She placated a smile.
It's hard to enjoy a joke
When you're the butt of it—
Constantly.
To no one's surprise,
They split once more.
Thick skin does not conceal bruises.
He said:
She's been kicked out.
She said:
A restraining order's been filed.
Yet every now and then,
He'd find her crying
In his bed.
He had changed the locks.
There was no forceable entry.
This blonde couldn't have outsmarted him
Again and again.
And then one night, home alone,
He heard a commotion from the laundry room.
She was there—
Squeezing through the doggy door.
He told us this marked the end.
According to Einstein,
It meant another beginning.
The genius was right.
3 comments:
I know some really stupid people.
I think that the first few lines are a bit confusing. I may be missing somethign here. I like how you tell this as a story, and I like how the story is also different depending on who you ask. The last stanza ties things together very nicely as well.
Is it sad that I knew who this was after the first line?
I don't think so.
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