new man

my ex (the last one), called me up the other day.

"how are you?"

"oh me? don't you worry about me", i said,

"i'm just fine."

- it was almost true anyway.

"you?"

"my new man" she started, and

i knew i should have never asked.

she went on for roughly a half hour

about how far superior her new man

is to me.

good lord, i thought, and opened a beer

- one of many that night.

as it turns out,

he is not only better in bed, and better looking,

but also has more money than me

(which, granted, doesn't say much).

i wanted to tell her that i've found someone new,

but i haven't.

i wanted to argue with her,

but knew she would pick me apart,

with complex and confusing arguments

that would leave me blabbering like a little baby.

so, instead i said:

"that's great, baby. i'm happy for you".

- it was almost true anyway.

then i drank another beer

- one of many that night.