He said
he loved her. She didn't love him,
she said.
Her love was quite dead.
She always provoked him,
he said.
He was bad in bed.
She no longer craved him,
she said.
She's sick in the head,
always belittled him,
he said.
Beginnings were painted in red,
romance was alive on a whim,
she said.
The therapist listened with dread.
He hates her, she hates him,
he said,
she said.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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