The Pretense of a Slattern

One life can not tell a story.
It is chapters and words
that are wrought together
with emotions
and old love letters
that were never sent but
instead found
when moving out of one apartment
in place for an older one.

These overlooked and garbage thoughts
were criminal in their misadventures
and dreamings of unbelievable cramps.

I should have thrown it out long
ago. But it was here
waiting for one of us
and for some reason he chose me.