Me, Writing as My Husband’s Ex-Wife

Dear Karl,

I thought I could

wait it out until you returned home from

Basic training on leave I think they call it

but I cannot live in America

one more minute

and anyway I do not think I love you anymore.

I am going back

to Copenhagen next week.

I never want to see you again. Please

do not try to contact me. This

marriage was a so very big mistake. I

am an artist not a wife and

I feel afraid in such alien country.

I am sorry you just had my name

tattooed on your arm.

Best wishes, Marianne

About Karen To and Fro

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