Unmasking Her, Reclaiming His Life

he city clerk' s office s

third wedding anniversary, a day to ce

lope, the certified copy of our m

y ears: "There is no marriage certificate on

ct life

my life, was legally marrie

d in for me, the man

e, every intimate moment we shared,

grotesque drumbeat a

uld th

the woman who promised me for

I have bee

igned as a monument to our love, and heard

. You know I can' t leave him, not yet. He' s too useful, his name still carries weig

a physical blow, chokin

as a prop, a stepping st

ied in that hallway, replaced

her the satisfa

d disa

n her world built on my back, I woul