I Gotta Take Action

i sit, in waiting room
listening to a table of middle aged broads
talking about past pregnancy
i see an older version
of the girl i once had
black hair, light skin, flower tattoo over the shoulder
and hollow empty eyes
i digress
mismatched socks and lack of expression
middle aged broads
guts hanging over fashionable belts
turkey neck
gobble
gobble gobble gobble
sagging ass, like if the tight jeans will
rejuvenate their decaying youth
jury duty
fucking jury duty
even here, at my most
i feel hunger and starvation
this girl knows everything
i wonder if she knows how annoying i find her?
i wonder if she knows anything other than the fake science
of popping watermelons out of her vein infested legs?
probably not
but she likes shiny things
and god almighty she make great conversation
no?
and that's all that matters
even at our best
hope for more