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It’s so embarrassing, the cutesy pet names

adult lovers adopt. I called her ‘pookie’ and ‘snook’

and she called me ‘horseface’ and ‘the human wallet.’

Oh, snook, we bought so much lawn furniture!

Then, making my plans to move down south,

I stopped stooping from the weight of that shame.

I sold my hockey cards. Even Bobby Orr.

I sold my woodcarvings. Even Bobby Orr.

Yes, money poured in like gravy at the wrap

party for The Biggest Loser. I thought

a red truck and a beagle named Steve

were all any sensible Texan would need.

I asked her, ‘Am I being vain or stupid?’

‘Sweetie, it’s like when you asked if I found you

ugly on the outside or on the inside —

it really isn’t an either/or situation.’