Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Whaddaya have to do to get a fucking ice cream in this God forsaken town?

they were broke again,
42 hours in
to payday.
upshot is
5% mail in rebate
on his 88”
flat screen surprise.
a Christmas present for ‘us’


it’s after noon and the place is still dark?

tension imprisoned
their small apartment
intersecting flash points,
problem areas,
pinball bumpers
It was smart to stand still,
or sit and pretend concern

don't disrespect the moment
by checking your phone
It was safer this way,
to navigate
after he was sorry


jesus christ. I guess I just sit here and wait?

the attempt to console him,
peeling back
complicated layers of recrimination
was like trying to work
a hug around the problem itself,
splayed open for autopsy 
on a stainless steel table.


still no answer. can you believe this shit?

she would blame traffic,
because being with him
was like raising someone else’s child
and the only consolation
these days
was punching the ground beef
like his brains,
when she made him meatloaf

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