Tag: suicide

milking male monkeys in heat

A poem.

now i’m sitting in the living room of our Airbnb,

beady-eyed bloodshot and tired –
so tired –

but like a wild misimprinted baby
– i just thought i would give it some pets!
whoopsie-daisy! my bad! –
i’m followed constantly and i can’t take it back,
its steps so loud because the built-in surround sound
can’t pick up the reticent tones of
metaphors unrooted-out

and now i’m sitting on the toilet taking a shit

and i’m very weary and it’s very padded
and she cries out that she’s going to bed.

if i say it for attention it works.
people turn and give me the usual looks reserved
primarily for the patently undercooked
and chock it up to all the antidepressants i took

and the weed,
and the booze –
too much drink and i start crying
because by then i have nothing to lose.
“everyone can leave ANYTIME they choose!”

and now i joke about seppuku.

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saturday in the park

A micro-story for mature readers.

i dont know whats been happening in my life lately thirty six and divorced two kids from different men im sitting in the park on a warm saturday afternoon and the sun is beating down relentlessly hottest february on record i can feel it too sometimes you cant sometimes the skies are blue and its minus seven i tilt my sweaty brow back and forth in the light to make sure im covering every angle some tan might be nice ive always wanted to try tanning not spray tanning thats cheating but maybe in one of those ultraviolet coffins people always tell me im too pale what are they talking about ive got these rosy cheeks my ex always used to comment on my cheeks said it was my brightest part wait a minute he was an asshole thats right i always have to stop myself when im reminiscing like this i dont know whats been happening in my life lately

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