Fifteen Minutes
A porn star I’ve never heard of
made the news on one of those niche internet sites
I’d likewise never heard of,
though it probably has legions of subscribers.
Her wife of less than a year divorced her
over Instagram because the porn star
had gone on a drinking binge.
“I told her I had pictures of her,
that I knew she was drinking.
I didn’t really, but she believed me.
She admitted it but had no remorse.
‘I’m not sorry,’ she told me.
Can you believe that?”
The ex sniffed back tears.
“I filed for an annulment.
It shouldn’t take long to finalize.”
The two had splashed their romance over Instagram
a year before, a twenty-first century social media love affair,
and now the public break-up.
In fact, the ex broke the news to the porn star
in the same Instagram post to her followers:
“I’m sure you’ll see this, Baby,”
she wrote. “I love you with all my heart,
and I really, really hope
that the best works out for you.”
I wiped away a tear from my cheek.
Or had I spilled my coffee?
Horror Sleaze Trash 