Broken Bottle Memory on the Ferry

broken bottle in the park
[I could barely concentrate that day. All I could think about was when I smashed a beer bottle on one of those big glacier rocks by the park concert hall after Hal told me he's going back to his wife. He'd gone back to her already. He told me after the fact. Part of my mind always has known he never left her at all, he was only getting even for her lover, having some fun of his own while he waited for her lover to lose interest in her. Why Hal doesn't is a mystery, even though he must know it's only a matter of time before one of her lovers takes. She's a borderline, narcissist, psycho bitch. I don't know how many times we've met but she never remembers me. I remember her. When I think I won't be with him again I get dizzy. Dizzy and ashamed. Dizzy with shame. I left my home for him, I wake up with that thought and feel as if I'm careening through air on my sawn off tree limb.]