Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Pick-up Isle 9 - Special Lady Time

started writing short story
for print
but it felt wrong
the words were forced
sodomy by vocabulary
it was about a girl i knew once (like most of this stuff)
who's mind was so consumed
with vanity
that she'd saw off the top of her head
to see how amazingly big her brain is
that was a metaphor of course
the brain bit there
metaphor
get it?
ok.
i gave up the story midway through
because it was very dry
like this girls tear ducts
because she didn't have emotions either
so crying wasn't something she'd register.
ok.
i'm on one tonight
maybe if i had a drink
it'll run out refined
and i could leave all this negativity somewhere
and use it later
but alas,
the scotch did nothing for me
if not only made my blood run hotter
a ha!
a cigarette to calm the nerves
putting my pants on
i stepped into the frigid Glendale night
as the door closed
i realized
i had no key
"fuck me"
i recited out loud, and walked around the block
smoking cigarettes and trying to put a story together in my head
waiting for my room mate to show up
and let me back into the ice box
finally i walked into the grocery store down the block
it's a Ralphs if you have to know.
i walked through the isles not really looking for anything
just killing time
until i saw a very beautiful girl all alone
out of the corner
of my eye
stalking her around the supermarket
i finally encountered her in one of the isles
i hadn't noticed, but as i walked up to talk to her
she was standing in front of the tampons
walls and walls of tampons around us
i felt extreme comfort
security
i could build a house out of tampons for her and i
and it would be soft inside
as if the tampons were giant pillows there to hold me
and let me play in them
softly jumping from one maxi pad to the other
without a worry or care in the world
i never felt this way around toilet paper
or paper towels
maybe it was the colors they used on the packages
the brawny guy isn't very welcoming
i don't feel like hugging him
but i wouldn't mind immersing my face
into a pile of pads
that were perhaps even better designed
than the pillow i use now
i was strangely comfortable there
"hello"
"hello" she responded with a smile
i was in love
at first sight
and she'll be lucky
if i write about her
like i write about you

nOw

it's okay now
i'm not drinking now
and everyone beautiful now
i don't dislike anyone
you're all okay
pretty
to quote Sedaris
"me talk pretty one day"
save what you want to save
be who you want to be
but don't expect
to see
me
on your sidelines
cheering
that's enough now
stop this nonsense
moment passed
 


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