Dear Mrs. Thompson (or Mail)

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Dear Mrs. Thompson, Sorry if you ever tasted the salt of me when you kiss your husband good morning. I hope it didn't taint your coffee or make bloody murder of your lipstick. I killed your marriage, and you deserve to know that he is not everything you prayed for, but maybe his sweet kiss morning is enough. Dear Thompson, Your ATM code is 9976. Your family owns one Honda, one Ford, all 3 of your children have bikes. You have a fireplace, 3 copies of People magazine, at the top of the stairs your children's room is to the left, the guest bed to the right, your room straight ahead, all your walls are white like lies, everything smells like lavender, you have really nice sheets. Dear Mrs. Thompson, Your husband pays me 50 extra dollars when I bust on his face, 25 more when I kiss him after. I have never seen a man scrub so hard, his skin red like the sin he's trying to exfoliate. He never brushes his teeth. Can you taste his shame? Did I bitter the back of your tongue? Dear Mrs. The Bitch (as he calls you), I imagine your scalp adorned with 300 grey follicles, one for every dead president your man slaps on my chest, his hand dragging until I'm the pillar he prays to. I'm sorry for being holy to him. Dear Mrs. Clueless Sorry if I ever took food out of your children's mouths. If they have ever gone hungry because your hubby feasted on me, let me offer them the groceries I bought with his sacrifice. Dear woman, Have you ever wondered why it takes him long to get dressed? His outfit must be perfect and able to disguise. He can't leave the closet until he can't recognize himself. Dear Mrs., When your husband tells you the bruises on his neck are from bar fights, that's my fault. I have choked him twice. Once because he asked me to. The second time, he called me his nigger child and I choked him. Yes, I still came. Yes, he came harder. Yes, he paid me extra to apologize. To Whom this may concern, Have you ever fucked your husband from behind? I have, when he's been a bad boy cause it hurts him more, but most of the time he is on his back, he likes to rub my chest while I gut him. I wonder does he rub yours when you are laying and open and lied too. Dear Ma'am, You look lovely in the pictures next to the bed he turns face down. Your smile bright as starry country night, never let him cloud it. Dear, Dear, Dear Sweet Woman, I feel like we are family now. I say this because I love you: Caution the way his hips grind and teeth part in his sleep. Dear Mrs. Thompson, I fuck your husband twice a week. He pays me. He is lying next to you. Dear you, He called me your name once, Ann. I just thought you should know.