okay, i get it now.
not so much a "nevermind" but a turning over of my soul to her.
it happened sometime during the twenty-second tango (XXII. HOMO LUDENS):
The husband swallows his ouzo and waits for its slow hot snow inside him.
Mozart
(so his wife told him at lunch)
scored his Horn Concerto
in four different colors of ink: a man at play.
A husband whose wife knows just enough history to keep him going...
i don't like her, per se. but there's something so stunning about her ability. or something about her ability to be stunning...
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oh god. stop saying you don't like her! this is the most passive-aggressive divorce ever.
altho, i do appreciate turning yr soul over to her. maybe we're not totally through, you and i.
we are.
i keep saying it and you keep calling.
we are.
on the bright side, if we're living in anne carson world, divorce means nothing. i can still--after cheating on you and treating you unspeakably--sweep you off your feet three years later and take you to athens.
althewhile sneaking down to the hotel bar each night to call my mistress.
i'm the perfect candidate for this sort of relationship. i love athens. and your cheating heart. don't leaves me.
call you soon.
Remember when you were blogging about The Bachelorette? That was fun.
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