She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

his face in every light.

Morning light in Newport.

Candlelight in restaurants.

Hospital fluorescent after the second miscarriage.

Now I knew it in legal light.

It was not kind to him.

“Vivienne,” he said.

“We don’t have to destroy each other.”

I folded my hands.

“We aren’t destroying each other.”

He exhaled.

“Then what do you call this?”

“Inventory.”

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