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Portland, she

decided; I,

the Bronx.

—
Dominic Preziosi

 

 

I trusted her forever.

Good choice.

—
Nate Koechley

 

 

Internet exploitation at thirteen,

dating impaired.

—
Jessie Rippel

 

 

Good sex was all we had.

—
Kimberley Yvette Price

 

 

I write. He shoots.

We edit.

—
Claire Zulkey

 

 

Fake agony over farts in bed.

—
Jim Gladstone

 

 

Broken, livid, silent,

vomit. Still there.

—
Yael Levy

 

 

Married the second

guy who asked.

—
Erin McQuade Kennedy

 

 

My mother died.

You’re not her.

—
Jonathan Marc Sherman

 

 

His wife offered

herself too late.

—
A. T. Lynne

 

 

Two people. Twelve years.

One divorce.

—
Amanda Joann Smith

 

 

It’s like my

heart has

sciatica.

—
Jonathan Ames

 

 

Waiting to forget your name

again.

—
Cybele Paschke

 

 

In the beginning,

I showered daily.

—
Deena Drewis

 

 

No visas,

no addicts,

no crazies.

—
Rebecca Caddy

 

 

Your planet: Peter. My planet: Earth.

—
Elinor McKay

 

 

He is married. I am not.

—
Hope Truhart

 

 

Horoscopes

were compatible: divorce court

ahead!

—
Georgia Hubley

 

 

The apartment is

much cleaner now.

—
Daniel J. Stasiewski

 

 

Loved. Lost.

Cried. Raged.

Chocolate.

Next.

—
Jackie Childress

 

 

Arrived with hope,

left with heartache.

—
Kacey Barron

 

 

Thank you for

breaking my heart.

—
Mia Kirshner

 

 

Dumped me because

God said to.

—
Lauren Gibaldi

 

 

Forgot why I left;

went back.

—
Sharon Lewis

 

 

Marry for

love, again

and again.

—
Deborah Rodriguez

 

 

Not him again!

said my mother.

—
Lisa Ihnken

 

 

I left town and

died, alone.

—
Eric J. Millar

 

 

Mr. Wrong introduced

me to Right.

—
Amy Fudally

 

 

She knows what my

Kryptonite is.

—
Matt Ruff

 

 

His country house was painted black.

—
Robin Palme

 

 

Lost a lover;

gained a lawyer.

—
Matt Mather

 

 

Discovered my love is in Him.

—
Eboni Stewart

 

 

It helps to label

the books.

—
Juan Antonio del Rosario

 

 

Forced into being Jewish By Choice.

—
Mariah I. Garving

 

 

Romance remembered

often better than

experienced.

—
Jean Feingold

 

 

What do
you
want

for dinner?

—
Drew Magary

 

 

Met girl, moved abroad,

she followed.

—
Cody Barkley

 

 

He loved her more than me.

—
Shelby Mulhare

 

 

Butterflies still kicking after

ten years.

—
Lisa Taylor

 

 

Found soul mate.

Became cell mate.

—
Harlan Stanton

 

 

He preferred “fuck”

over “make love.”

—
Jessica Chalmers

 

 

But his sweat tasted like

mushrooms.

—
Kathryn Kreimer

 

 

He punched my car.

The End.

—
Marya Hornbacher

 

 

Love plus laughter:

happily ever after.

—
Dan Goggin

 

 

Tried many; selected the

finest one.

—
Maria Nestorides

 

 

Worried the dog liked him better.

—
Lindsay Ross

 

 

Said “I do.”

Screamed “I don’t.”

—
Shawn Lea

 

 

Could not give up

the remote.

—
Doni Gewirtzman

 

 

Good men? Like promises,

easily broken.

—
Bill West

 

 

He still needs me

 

at sixty-four.

—
Armistead Maupin

 

 

Her funeral made us a couple.

—
Allison Joseph

 

 

My husband texted her,

“Wanna fuck?”

—
Elisha Boudreau

 

 

If only he wasn’t a Republican.

—
Holly Fitzpatrick

 

 

Visiting Belizean

prison, must be love.

—
Jenny Kessler