The Aforementioned, to Appear in Court

There were a multitude of reasons
for not returning your call
I considered some before I thought
I didn't care at all.

You called me once, you called me twice
you called me 'bitch' and 'Madame Vice'
but nothing penetrates the husk
of alluring Mistress Ice.

You offered me a pittance if I did not conform
to seeing my solicitor and remedy my scorn
divorce proceedings would extend
to co-respondent limelight, shorn

of all the trappings I'd grown fond
of: furs, martinis in the nude
confections of a gallant sort
to get me in the mood.

'Begone,' I said, though to be fair
you did not hear – you were not there
and I did not return your calls
for truth be told, I did not care.

Inspired by ReadWrite Poem prompt 92