He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary
I bow mid-verse and keep going.
The door to the café opens and Ruth steps out, hands on her hips.
“You sound like a dying goat,” she calls out.
“That’s the vibe I was going for,” I reply, still strumming.
A few people actually laugh now.
Through the window, I finally see it.
Lena’s mouth twitches.
She tries to hide it.
She fails.
Her shoulders shake once, just slightly, like she’s fighting it.
I finish the song with an exaggerated flourish and bow deeply.