dove soup II

i am being haunted
by single doves
one stood on the curvy road today
making me swerve to go around it
another
crashed into my window
at dusk
while i tried to relax
with my family
and there is always that one
always watching
perched on that telephone wire
always watching
these singletons
who have either lost
or not yet found
a mate
they have become an infestation
a taunting
making my cold heart
colder
provoking my contrary nature to say
“you know what?
i can stay single forever.
just watch me.”

doves mate for life.
a redneck ex of mine told me that in the context that now when he shoots one dove, he makes sure to kill its mate as well. that was the sort of kind-hearted soul he was. that was the kind of fucked up logic he wielded in life & in our relationship.
he also told me that no one should get married before they dated for two years. he then proposed to me after we had dated for two years, at the same time, confessing that he had cheated on me with five other women. god told him to tell me.
oh hey! this is a good easter story as i ended up meeting this jewel on an easter sunday when i left my sister’s house to avoid hanging out with my parents. i went out to a bar and two years later got proposed to by an asshole.
maybe he is the reason why i married the very next guy i dated after a month of dating….

totally sucks that whenever i see a lonely dove i think of him. totally sucks that i am constantly seeing lonely doves these days.
time for some dove soup.

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  1. Thinking about that ex and the single doves, it occurs to me that they might have mates dutifully sitting on a nest of eggs while the one you see is out getting the groceries or looking for a little side action.

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