cockamamie story of yours
that you weren’t home. But instead at
the gas station. That you had to phone
a woman in the wings waiting. That you

left me in the rain with a smirk upon
your face. That you hadn’t the time
for me. That I was chasing your
company. That you made a promise

that turned out sloppy. That I needed
a proof positive copy. It doesn’t wash. You
mixed the whites with the colors. I can’t tell one
from the other. You didn’t get rid of the spots.