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(1) My father’s latest wife

collects dogs like tchotchkes.

My father must have loved that —

more, more, and new.

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(2) Emily called me once, crying. Pre-2016,

because I was still in the city, before I

moved away from a place where

Emily could call me, crying. Pre-2016,

which meant she was still a kid. Emily

said dad kicked them out. I laughed.

Emily called me, crying, because when

dad kicked them out for his new family

in favour of the shiny new kids

who didn’t know his cruelty yet

Emily knew who to call.

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(3) And anyway, it helps me to know

that if you’re cowardly, at least you’re unliked

You should hear the way they talk about you when you’re not around.

Sheri says, “I don’t know what she does all day. Just steals Toby’s money”

Linda says, “She’s pretty snooty”

and David always hated you, but that’s old news.

This is a petty poem I will not edit.

Rot in Buddhist hell.