When Grown

I walked in one night and he was drunk, replaying his high school fantasies: You can watch if you want. She's aborted eight times. He's acting just like you because of divorce. Nobody likes him and everybody hates him so he fist fucks strangers on Craigslist. Ugh. Raggedy Andy considered rape. That one thought he was Jesus wrapped in swaddling cloth but it was a straight jacket and thorazine. And he's gay. And her, she was Wednesday Addams with a needle and spoon. Catcher's mitts for her, the former pretty face and suicide dancing girl who made bad choices. Jim, he said, spoke to me of living with a woman who can't keep her cunt still, like you. Shared that everyone has same sex experiences. From kindergarten to touchy-feely middle school, up to when grown and trying too hard to make an impression. Said when working at old age homes he had to pull the feces from out of the inside of diabetics because his food made them constipated. I just walked upstairs holding tight to the rail. Everybody is swinging, bitch; you're behind times. But I haven't shaved my legs. I have to tick to-do items off my fuck it bucket list. Please let me go! You fucked up again and nobody wants a woman like you. Tossed an empty Miller light can straight up and down. Cried over Jim Morrison. I can tell something happened, cunt, you're smiling. No. Just thought of something else on my way to the kitchen.