My Cardboard Balcony

Ain't She A Beauty by Belinda Roddie   Ain't she a beauty when she fans her fingers and a thousand spiders weave her a dress that sparkles with ivory sequins and drapes her in sin?

A mutual break-up requires a complete emptying of the brain, the retrieval of memories before they are tossed into a metal wastebasket and thrown in a dumpster, where it drifts toward the ocean and is soaked with salt. It requires one person smiling while weeping inwardly, no matter how right it was to end it, because a relationship, any relationship, leaves a rather large thumbprint.