It had been a while
since she was the girl
I’d dated.

Drugs had twisted
everything about her,
until you got the feeling
you were talking to
a ventriloquist’s figure
while crystal meth
worked her strings.

One day she wrote me
saying her sister
(who legitimately had cancer)
passed away,
and she was trying
to come up with money
so she could
“touch her ashes
one last time.”

Sensing something,
I excused myself
from the conversation
and had a mutual friend
write her sister.

She sent me
of their conversation.

I guess I’ve got good news?”
I wrote my ex.

She didn’t take it as well
as I thought she would.

-GD Butler

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