Ex-Boyfriends
By: Kim Addonizio They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when they're drunk, or finally get sober, they're passing through town and want dinner, they take your hand across the table, kiss you when you come back from the bathroom. They were your loves, your victims, your good dogs or bad boys, and they're over you now. one writes a book in which a woman who sounds suspiciously like you is the first to be sadistically dismembered by a serial killer. They're getting married and want you to be the first to know, or they've been fired and need a loan, their new girlfriend hates you, they say they don't miss you but show up in your dreams, calling to you from the shoeboxes where they're buried in rows in your basement. Some nights you find one floating into bed with you, propped on an elbow, giving you a look of fascination, a look that says I can't believe I've found you. It's the same way your curr...