4-26 In Which Autumn Bitch Slaps A Hapless LoveTorn Victim

after three hours, 

I catcalled my bloody mary's,

with my tongue,

sweet cakes, I said,

with pepper stinging on my breath,

"you should have married me,"

then, I roll my ice, 

at his innocent face,

and stalk off, pouting,

in my hiking boot heels,

he weeps on his knees,

to see me leave,

crying, "baby, baby, baby."

but this is not how it happened,

and I'm not going to tell you what happened,

because it didn't,

and that's all I want to say about that,

oh, and, 

a husband is not a boyfriend,

a boyfriend is not a lover,

and a lover, is nice,

but different than good.