sometimes making bad decisions only perpetuates the longing to make more bad decisions. as it turns out, i think it was a good decision.
don’t worry about him she said, he is a good friend of mine.
a little while later we picked up that chair. carried it home, quad like. you and sci-fi until we drop, until we trout.
waiting for it to hit, sitting by the water, sitting on the dock both smoking while they went off to into the trees. you stayed behind and played for me.
i just looked at my reflection and listened. the others were leaving, but you stayed behind. you told me we could do it together, you told me you’ll show me right. you and me: same shirt, same lines.
cut one for me. ill cut one for you. and we’ll meet in the middle and forget it ever happened.
She looked tired. Too tied to put on make-up, change clothing or bathe
“It has been keeping me up,” she says furtively
“It screams at me as soon as I fall asleep.” She locks eyes, puts her crunched hands by my her mouth and sucks the air through her teeth while smacking her tongue.
“I haven’t slept for days.”
The sheets are off her bed. The bed is in the middle of the room
“I’m afraid its gonna be in the covers” she says as the duvet sits like a cloud in the corner.
We joke about crucifying it. A sick Christmas demise. We don’t. We leave and go to the bar.
Tonight she tells me she caught her first tormenter. I tell her she can rest in peace. It can rest in peace. The corpse lies in her kitchen. Throw it out, I advise, give that fucker one last flight. She feels mean.
I know what you mean.
RIP MOUSE this was you.