Perhaps I should have asked for more —
yet half of the whole universe seemed reasonable
at the time, since splitting the world was no
easy charge and defining “every last thing” would
be such an arduous task. I suppose looking back,
He might call that a legal loophole since the wonder
of everything was yet to be determined
and who knew what miracles He had up His
sleeves? So we agreed and I’ve remained the silent
partner, a small consolation considering the enormity
of it all. But infinity being such an imprecise realm
to begin with, His lawyers should have been aware
things were bound to multiply beyond the scope
of facts given. And when it comes to alimony
more is more since I was dying of loneliness with His
all work and no play attitude. A girl can be swayed
by a plethora of stars in exchange for irreconcilable
differences. Dare I complain about the difficulties of dating?
I should have foreseen the awkward dilemma
of mentioning He was my last lover — how no one
feels adequate after imagining that kind of ecstasy,
how I’m asked to go into detail about things better
left unsaid. I’d almost consider reconciliation
but He’d have to agree to a new set of rules
and you know what they say, you can’t teach
an old God new tricks.
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