He waits in the park for a date.
A bus full of los Angeles Models and photographers
talk through walkie talkies.
He walks around spying through his peripheral.
pretending he's James Bond trying to scope them out.
He wonders if he seems suspicious, or if he's going undetected.
A Beautiful girl passes briskly by, looking curiously around.
She long dark bangs, fall colored scarf, flirty skirt.
She sits on a nearby bench.
He no longer thinking of his date.
"oh my god."
"what if she showed up right when you started flirting?"
A vibration in his palm.
he looks around
the only woman to fit the profile is perched on the bench.
He walks over to the girl.
"you walked right past me, beautiful."
on his face is a smolder
the gas mask used to hide all sorts of jumbled feelings in the past.
Today. it's hiding a tiny jumping boy. feeling like he just won the gorgeous girl lottery.
This is his Date.
They go to Dobra Tea,
She takes a sip.
"It tastes like peaches" she says.
"Peaches come, in a can." The boy starts.
"they were put their by a man" she adds.
they screamingly harmonize a bit too loudly for a tea shop
"In a factory downtown"
they shush each other.
giggles erupt out of them as they collapse into the tiny pillows.
they get quiet.
the girl explains she puts her "bad pictures" on tinder
so people are surprised to realize she's beautiful in person.
stricken by her brilliance.
He applauds the flawless strategy.
as it clearly worked on him.
They go on a few more dates.
First She takes him to a graveyard.
They talk about their Jiminy Cricket's
Shared demons, so familiar some
creep from behind gravestones.
push leaves from their path as they stroll along.
Then He bring her to lighthouse.
A thick cold fog.
they switch between belting 90's pop hits
and laying peacefully up at the sky holding hands.
sound of bleeding hearts rubbing against each other.
bow and violin.
how soon they flint and steel.
spark too hot, too real, too soon.
later, in bed.
His heart leaks something.
He wonders if he looks suspicious, or if he's going undetected.
when she pushes "did you just say you love me?
Tired, and teary eyed, He says:
It was their safe word.
As she starts in, Clearly not satisfied,
"C'mon, I know I hear-" she interrupts herself.
"oh... you said peaches."
See, he could have said yes,
It would have been more honest.
but this was only their third morning waking up together.
even though his heart wanted to say it again.
his Jiminy Cricket doesn't care if he loves her.
it knows he can't take care of her.
Jiminy knows that when he goes home tomorrow, she's a poem.
So He says peaches.
My Bipolar Disorder is a stout-bodied mammal with horns and cloven hooves.
There are two types of My Bipolar Disorder:
Domestic, and Mountain.
My Bipolar disorder typically spends its days grazing on grasses
My Bipolar Disorder will dig depressions in the ground to sleep, rest, and bathe in.
My Bipolar disorder is super social during the winter, and tends to go solo during the summer.
My Bipolar Disorders tail usually points up! (Unless it is frightened or sick)
My Bipolar Disorder is extremely Curious and Intelligent.
Once My bipolar disorder has discovered a weakness in its fence, it will exploit it repeatedly.
There are over 300 distinct breeds of My Bipolar Disorder.
Within' minutes of being born, my Bipolar Disorder is up and walking around.
My bipolar disorder used to live in the white house with Abraham Lincoln.
One day an ethiopian Herder walked in on My Bipolar Disorder liteally bouncing off of cliff walls because it just Discovered Coffee.
My Bipolar Disorder has four stomachs
The horns of My Bipolar Disorder are typically removed to reduce injury to humans.
My Bipolar disorder will explore anything new or unfamiliar in its surroundings, mainly with its mouth and tongue.
My bipolar disorder readily reverts to the wild if given the opportunity.
My Bipolar Disorder is more susceptible to Parasites and other infectious diseases when it is mismanaged.
My bipolar disorder has had a lingering connection with Satanism and pagan religions
My Bipolar Disorder is considered a "clean" animal by jewish dietary laws.
According to Zeus
As long as you leave it's bones whole,
My Bipolar disorder will keep coming back to life.
Working front register at Starbucks
you ask a little boy in green
if he likes Minecraft
What the coolest thing
he ever built was
As his family
and the whole line behind them
gasp, fall silent
stare at you
with standing ovation eyes
as he lights right up
to tell you all about it
I was friended on facebook by a stranger.
Usually this means I went somewhere and inspired someone with my
Flirtation to look me up,
Or maybe a friend, of a friend, of a friend, thinks I'm cute and
Stalked my profile.
Maybe, I'm just an attempt at a booty call to this person.
Which I'm normally super okay with,
But here's the thing.
It was a man.
Now, this is not an issue to me, specifically.
I am in fact bisexual, but that's more of a title,
I mean, I've never been
Penetrated, by a man before.
N-not that I wouldn't be.
But we don't call virgins asexual because they haven't had sex yet so,
I just say bi.
Anyway, this man starts the conversation: "hello! with a smiley face."
I over analyze this: "hello! with a smiley face."
What does it mean?!
I stalk his profile.
Is he cute? Not really, but he isn't ugly.
I've never been attracted to men physically anyway it's always the
Or icy blue eyes that pull me in.
And this man wears drag and rocks it so I will probably like him.
I don't know why, but I have a thing for lesbians and
Lesbian like things. It's really....
We have a little conversation and It's fairly innocent
Until he hits me with this line:
"Pretty boys down on their luck, is a sight I am unable to stand."
There it is!
I knew it!
This man is flirting with me!
I could smell it from a mile away.
I know this game.
I've been on
His side of this conversation a million times.
But, i've never known what it feels like to be here.
In this weird space, on the other side.
I never get complimented!
At most I get a half-hearted handsome after I
Confess my addiction to a woman's beauty.
Never, am I put on such a pedestal.
I mean, this stranger clearly wants their penis inside of me.
I can think of no higher compliment.
Things escalate very quickly. Too quickly.
"I have a big bed, and I'm ready for a night of boys, booze, and another B word."
I, an idiot, honestly can't think of the third b word.
"No sweetie, blowjobs."
What did i get myself into? I had
Absolutely no intention of seeing this guy
EVER and now he thinks I want to come over
How did I get myself into this?
What did I say?
What possibly could have made him think i was interested?
Is it just because I haven't bluntly said no?
I scroll up and search for an answer.
"You're pretty cute yourself."
Yup, that'll do it.
"Mmmmnfff, You're adorable"
These compliments though! I get
Tingles every time he says something like that to me.
It's so nice that it's entirely worth just
Dealing with the creepiness to hear it.
And then I realized....
That this is what it feels like.
This is how woman feel when we ask to
Fuck before getting to know them.
Like jumping off a cliff and hoping for a trampoline.
It's almost, always,
"Are you familiar with what consent is? because
I've had issues with that."
"Are you going to be one of those straight boys who are just
Wasting my time?
I hate having my time wasted."
I, realizing now what I'd gotten myself into, say:
"As a matter of fact, I am...
Sorry to have wasted your time, but at least I told you now.
A lot of girls don't"
Imagine having as many hearts as you have hands.
Imagine one Doesn't Belong to you.
Imagine how easy it is to juggle two things
Imagine how hard it is to juggle three things.
Imagine catching three hearts
Imagine dropping one
Imagine picking it back up.
Imagine juggling four hearts.
Imagine being so talented you can catch two in each hand.
Imagine the one heart
covered in bruises.
Always picked back up.
Imagine it doesn't belong to you
A Close friend said "The Perfect Woman"
is much like a shark.
if I am greeted in this ocean,
by a woman
I will allow her to look at me with all primal intent.
splay my wrist open and watch her
as she smells the little turn of blood
floating now in spirals between us
I'll have done it not for the pain, or shock
but for the honesty.
to watch a creature struggling to hold onto their facade
and the tears that start to bloom in the pink
above their sharp teeth.
Look, I know sharks don't cry.
it's not about the crying,
I crave the visceral emotion.
want to give my body to the indulgence
the electric moment where
I feel them feel conflicted
with my whole body
feel their suffering and internal struggle
in my entire manic smile
all eyes on them like a paid performer
I would give them all this passion,
my body in anticipation of their opening
clenching to their masks,
They Devour me.
Thank you for Matching the Tinder Call Center. My name is Nick and I will be helping you with your order today. And your name is?
Hi, (Tinder Match). I'm so glad you called because you do qualify as one of the first 100 people I find attractive!
So Where are you from?
Oh Wow, I've never been there, you ever Been to Portland Maine?
No? Well look at that, I guess we've never been too each others places before.
Looks like we have something in common.
What was it on my profile that got you interested in swiping right?
Oh I see, you liked the beard and
my addiction to Netflix.
How long have you been interested in that?
Wow that's a long time.
you really enjoyed the Office.
What else have you tried to build a good relationship?
Yeah, that must be frustrating.
They seem like a real bad guy.
What's the worst part about dealing with that?
I see, that must be really hard.
Tell me a little bit about why it's so important for you to do something about this now; it's a little different for everyone.
I see, you can't love anymore because he broke your heart.
You don't want anything serious right now.
Do you prefer coffee or tea?
you're right, Yerba Mate is fantastic with maple syrup.
What's your favorite meal of the day?
Yeah, breakfast is amazing.
What kind of music do you like?
Twenty One Pilots saved your life? that's Unbelievable.
what does your bedroom look like?
Covered in artwork and paper lanerns?
You know, (tinder match). I can't wait for you to start seeing me, and feeling Happy.
As my profile states,
I am a Geeky, Confident, Charismatic Optimist who likes to wake up next to people, Watch Netflix, and sing to himself almost always.
And that sounds great doesn't it?
Just imagine how wonderful it will feel when you're able to Sit down in Dobra tea. Pass back and fourth our Yerbe Matte Ahumado.
Then go belt out lyrics to Twenty One Pilots in my car on the way back to your place,
have amazing sex under your paper lanterns and wake up the next day to me making you breakfast.
And THAT'S really why you swiped right today, isn't it (Tinder match)?
Excellent! Let's get you started!
As you heard, I've put together a Special Date, with the free Tea. A serenade and car ride. And an extra free second date when you try this First One for just your body. Plus, since you're one of the people I find attractive, I'm gonna throw in a Third date. so you get three, for the price of one! And remember that dating me is risk-free because it's backed by my 30-day Text you back guarentee.
So what's the best number I can reach you at?
I understand your hesitation, (tinder match). When we first started talking you had said you'd been dealing with bad relationships for a long time right? Once you start seeing me you'll see an increase in happiness within the first two dates. And if you never have to worry about being sad again, you'd say it was worth trying wouldn't you?
Right! So what's your snapchat username?
Perfect, and your Cell phone number?
Alright, and a day you're free?
And what's a good time to meet?
Awesome, okay (Tinder Match). And I'm also told to inform you of our special super saver package today. You'll get to go out on a date with me, and my friend Sally for the same low price of just your body. Imagine what it'd be like experiencing the both of us at the same time! Scientists have proven that polyamorous relationships are more happy, more healthy, and result in less overall stress. Which is really what you're looking for isn't it?
Great so I'll just have her tag along alright?
Thank you very much and just to confirm, I'll see you on Wednesday at 12:00pm at Dobra Tea, alright?
Alright have a nice day (Tinder Match.)
Lavender & Honey
You know the age old question:
If you were a drink
What would you be?
I must be alcoholic.
My highs and lows are so extreme.
And it seems i've been transforming
A lot of good little virgin girls
Into blood lusting sirens
As of late.
I would come in a tall glass
Brimming with lavender & honey.
Honey is usually sweet,
Can be overshadowed in bitter.
And much like nectar
I didn't care for myself as a child.
Because I try to be soothing
And envelop you in love
You can tell me of your pain & fears
And I will hold them closer than my own
That's what lavender is for, you see.
I suppose I could have
A hint of bergamot as well.
Though I swear i'm not pretentious.
I'm just trying to make things Interesting.
So what do you think?
If I was a drink.
Would you drink me?
yes, I absolutely would."
I got a knock on my door about a week after the break up.
"Can I come in?"
Honestly, I didn't know if she could.
"Where is she?"
"Her grandparents" she said, stepping inside.
It turns out ex-girlfriends are not like vampires,
They may, in fact, walk in uninvited.
"What have you been up to?" I ask,
As I close the door behind her.
"I had sex with a girl in Kennebunk"
"Oh, let me guess, nerdy with an irish face?"
She knew my type.
"No actually, Egyptian... I know, weird"
We walk up to the bedroom.
I try to hold her hand,
But she pulls away.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too," she says, "but it will make things harder,
You know that."
"Did you fuck him yet?"
She doesn't look at me.
"So yes. When? How long did it take?"
"Nick, you don't need to know"
"I need to know, more than anything. When?"
"The night I called you?"
We decide that since we aren't together anymore,
It'd be a good idea to confess
All of the things we lied about over the years
So it'd be easier to hate each other.
We circle around the bed taking turns.
Getting angrier, and angrier.
"As soon as I walked in their door
His girlfriend stripped all my clothes off.
She didn't even let me say hello."
"Well you know that love song
I wrote for you?
It was actually for my ex girlfriend."
"He said I was great at riding him,
And when we were done,
We smoked a bowl and cuddled."
"I want, just.
To fuck you."
"Then do it."
I fade awake with her naked body draped over me
Like the world's most comfortable blanket.
This is the last time I get to feel this happy.
Like a dream.
Safe. Comfortable. Warm.
As I open my eyes,
I see the empty room.
Her things are already gone.
She is a foreign object in my bed.
Her once delicate touch turns
Hot coal and burns me.
I jump back and bury
My head in my hands.
The room starts spinning.
I don't love her, I'm not happy,
We aren't happy.
I hate her. I hate this room.
I hate myself.
I want everything to just go!
"Put your clothes on and just go!"
She is awake now.
She reaches for my phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you know my number?"
"I don't have it memorized."
She hands me back my phone.
"If I need you, I'll call you."
Forever this time.
It turns out I was wrong.
Ex-girlfriends are exactly,
Lets have rough sex
in the courtyard of our kingdom
while the peasants and jester watch.
"Is that the king?"
"Yes. Both of them,
damn. Did he just hit h~?"
"Yup. That was a moan."
purple green and gold garb.
There's a bunch of knights training in archery
and somebody in a far corner of some ocean
plotting to ride their horses here and declare seige.
But right now
it's the first of may
and we're just throwing each other around on the grass
under the flag of our castle
that we founded on voyeurism and being good at what we do
Which today is rough sex
In the grass
Of a game of thrones set.
The momment I realized
was a pokedex for people
Was the moment I realized
I don't want to catch them all.
Some pokemon aren't worth the trouble.
Let alone making it double.
Abra for instance,
I understand you like spooning
but if you're going to teleport
every time I throw the Pokeball,
maybe it's best you stay in the cave.
Did you ever think maybe,
wearing the skull
of your dead mother
you have some serious family baggage?
I shouldn't have to keep buying repels
to keep you away.
If I stroll through the tall grass
You appear every five minutes
Without realizing I AM IGNORING YOU.
Perhaps you should wait
until I throw another ball.
to catch different pokemon right now
Who fit my team better
Have the Nature I want.
You had your chance
to be in my party
When I fed you that Razz berry
threw the first ball.
then you Evolved
into this big mouthed Golbat
About to swallow me whole.
Stop spending time on toxic pokemon
Poisen types, koffing and wheezing.
Psychic types that play you puppet.
Don't throw the ball to them
Let their grass rustle.
Walk on by
I'm transfering mine in for candies
legendaries whom there are only one of in this world.
I stopped trying to catch them all.
I'm searching the high ground
taking time to look at their move set
Running around town with them.
We'll EV train each other,
Get every badge together.
BEAT THE ELITE FOUR
Get knocked down
Go to the pokecenter
Do, do, dodo DO!
Get right back up, together.
Because it's not about catching them all.
It's about healing the ones that you have.
His car engine hummed as he sit,
Headlights shining through the dark onto the stone step.
Music softly bumps the night as she descends the doorway.
Curly full brown hair.
Bright green eyes.
Pink sweatpants and a flirty bathing suit top.
He had never tamed one of these before.
Usually he finds cute neon haired creatures
With drug habits and back stories.
This girl goes to bars.
She's had two kids.
She knows what she wants,
Tonight it's him.
They Park before the covered bridge.
Sit on rock by the water.
Full moon beams down and brightens the night
She speak of how the full moon
Makes the old folks at the nursing home go Zombie horde.
Wrinkled outstretched bone sacks moaning and crying.
He speak of how their jobs complete opposite.
She helps old ladies, and he cons them into
Buying vitamins they don't need.
He notes how before they even met
She was already fixing his mistakes.
Splashes and giggles are heard across the way.
They follow the sounds of adventure barefoot.
Stumble upon two lovebirds and a rope swing.
The lovebirds call at them.
Various hunks of withered rope are tied off
Macgyver'd in ways that look dangerous.
There no platform or solid ground to stand on.
The girl confused as to how exactly one could use this thing.
She goes swinging right for the tree.
The boy stands on the sandy ledge and cringes.
Taking in all his surroundings.
Rope swinging, he notes,
Is not something he'd be good at.
The lovebirds heckle and cheer as he stand there
Realizing it appears like he's going to jump.
The girl, rises from the lake clumsily
She drenched beautiful disaster.
"That was terrifying"
The boy steps back from the ledge.
"I don't think I'm physically capable of doing that."
The lovebirds laugh at him as they leave.
"I feel bad for the guy" they say.
"They were kind of bullies" The girl says about the lovebirds.
"You think so? I like them." Says the boy.
They pack the sandy clothes into the car.
Head back to stone step.
Girl invites boy inside.
They lay on mattress
Watch "Orange is the new black."
A dog sleeps between them.
They pet the dog together
Occasionally brushing fingers.
Awkward fumbling shyness
She'd never had a geek before.
He's the first one to sit here like this
Usually she's already being objectified.
He cared enough to talk.
She never realized how impatient she was.
She changes into pajamas.
He doesn't get the hint.
She gets up and lights candles.
He still doesn't get the hint.
She turns her back to him
The boy sets an alarm for 5:00am on his phone.
He has work at 7:45
He puts an arm around her.
She is comfortable.
She is waiting.
He's too respectful
The boy is happy to finally have found a girl he can wake up next too.
He's so happy that he never falls asleep
The alarm goes off and the boy says goodbye.
He finally kisses her.
He thought it was a goodbye kiss.
She had other plans.
Soft hands slip down and undo the boys belt.
Finally, the boy understands.
He moves on top of her.
"Do you have... uhh.." the girls hands make an awkward balloon gesture.
"N-not with me... I have some in the car, should I grab one? or just leave?"
The girl looks desperately at the boy.
"Go grab one."
He steps into the unfamiliar kitchen and starts walking down the staircase to his car.
"This is uncomfortably awkward" he says
Grabbing the Trusty Square Artifact.
They kiss again.
She starts to remove clothes.
He unwrap the good decision.
Suddenly they hear screaming on the T.V.
"NO! STOP! Stop it! NO!"
He looks at the television and sees doggett's absent eyes look back at him.
The boy looks back to the beautiful woman below him.
He sits back, defeated.
"I'm sorry but it is apparently not in the cards tonight."
"I understand. Wow." she reply
He awkwardly place the opened condom on her dresser
The boy kisses her goodbye.
The girl lay there thinking about the night.
How terribly the night ended.
How she needs to call that boy again.
Last week I got an urge to lay on a rooftop, and drink Vodka under the stars,
so I packed an empty backpack with svedka, a notebook, and a cellphone; and went on a mission.
I spent an afternoon looking around.
Taking notes on how in the hell, I could get up to a place that was flat, a roof, and could see the stars.
As it turns out,
the rooftops are not a place Freeport wants you to be.
in fact, one staircase directly leading to the top of a building specifically said
Keeping me out with a locked metal door.
so I kept adventuring.
It did not occur to me until after I had already spent quite awhile scribbling down notes on locations of
milk crates I could use,
ledges low enough to grab,
dumpsters I could maybe move over just a bit,
how illegal it may be,
(I'M still not sure)
Or how dangerous it may be
(probably quite very)
To go on this adventure.
I texted a beautiful girl and asked if she wanted to drink vodka under the stars.
being the suave romantic that I am,
Having spent my whole morning surveying different routes to the rooftops.
Having planned out such a storybook evening, obviously her answer was,
"nah, I'd rather stay home, smoke weed, and watch the new season of Orange is the new black."
Goddamnit, Ruby Rose...
Stop. stealing. my dates.
After introducing myself to a handful of other potential candidates, I finally find a woman who believes climbing onto a rooftop and drinking vodka would be a swell time.
By the time I pick her up and get back to the spot,
it's late enough that Freeport is a ghost town.
We run down the middle of the street, me dragging her, doctor and companion style towards the first flawless plan:
Milkcrates behind linda beans.
We stack them up like steps and walk up to the top of a metal ceiling
Affixed perfectly above a flight of stairs that leads to the top floor.
I thought, "maybe we could climb the metal ceiling like a ramp."
it turns out
that not only is it
incredibly difficult not to
fall off of a slanted flimsy ramp
with no handles. But it is also: Terrifying!
Eventually I make it to the top and realize:
"Shit, There is still a tall ledge I have to hoist myself onto"
I look down to the short brunette quivering
on the ramp's lowest tier and decide that there is no way either of us were going to make it.
"Hey rose, " (That wasn't her real name)
Let's try a different way up.
attempting to crawl down slowly,
my butt scoots forward, hands behind me,
I slip and start gliding down like a children's slide.
flailing and attempting to catch myself before
falling off the edge and plummeting onto a dumpster.
I laugh uncontrollably.
She slowly descends our statuesque landmark milkcrate staircase.
Like an angel coming from ghetto heaven.
I lift myself up and hop down off the dumpster.
putting my backpack down,
I check to see if the vodka bottle is okay.
"Good job, asshole."
"You're an idiot."
"I could have died, don't I at least get a kiss or something?"
She gives me a disapproving look, then kisses me.
eventually we did
make it up to a rooftop,
Where we laid and watched the stars.
They were warm, distant, and beautiful.
I liked feeling their glow on my skin.
But I loved taking the journey to meet them.
Keep chanting your submerged voices.
Lonely in the back of the room.
Too loud now
To hear the folklore.
Let them paint you poisen.
Label you the enemy.
Let them get high off the scent of rebellion.
They think we had our day.
That it's time for an uproot, a change.
When we're done letting them speak.
Let's hold a wedding in their honnor.
May no man leave unbled.
You sexual, exotic,
I could not be more intrigued by you.
just to meet you,
you screamed at me for being late.
I just live farther from your perspective than you can imagine.
I saw your face,
then I saw your eagerness,
Then I played this game,
Where I googled every word you said,
became an expert on it.
Throwing back refferences to things
i've never seen.
When I rolled in with my cigarette lit,
Sporting my badboy leather jacket,
you asumed I was this rebel.
Dropped onto this earth to entertain you.
That's exactlly what I am.
I'm 46 miles away from my home town.
My foam swords,
magic the gathering cards,
Dungeon and dragons playing self
Packaged tightly in the lockbox at my bedroom door.
The daddy, I became years ago
because I wanted too.
The lover I was raised to be,
watching nothing but romantic comedies my entire childhood
like some sort of propaganda to be the perfect boyfriend.
Tucked crisply into my bed.
My smolder is a gas mask.
you are the poison gas.
It was invented specifically for me to survive when I'm in the trenches with you.
My attitude is an army.
I hold myself like a commander shouting orders at my mind like it needs a leader.
“Stop calling her beautiful, maggot! She wants you to take charge.”
“Sir, yes sir!”
What do you wanna do today?
“What do you think you're doing?
Don't give her options!
Tell her where you're going!”
“Sir, yes, sir”
We're getting coffee.
We go to her favorite coffee house, I guessed.
She gets a nutella mocha.
I get a 16oz almond milk maple syrup latte
She calls me a hipster,
I laugh, I don't disagree.
I give her the radio,
“You pick the music”
“What do you think you're doing maggot!?”
we need to find out what music she likes before I play my music.
It's very important.”
I can pull brilliance out of any genre,
bands she's never heard of, but she'll fall in love with.
She plays show tunes.
I start the conversation, you ever heard of Rocky Horror?
You ever hear of
Doctor Horribles Sing Along Blog?
You ever hear of
Little Shop of Horrors?
You ever hear of
Repo, The Genetic Opera?
You ever hear of
Hedwig and The Angry Inch?
All of it.
Every last word.
And she knows all of the words.
every song I sing,
she sings along.
Word for word.
I crack the whip,
you ever heard of Bo Burnham?
This girl might be the one.
“What do you think you're doing maggot?
Don't fall in love with this girl already,
Don't fall in love with this girl at all.”
“Sir, yes, sir”
We walk the beach,
Every word of every song either of us start the other knows all the words.
I can't believe it happened myself.
We chase each other in the sand.
“You're actually the first person i've seen in real life from tinder...
I hear all these stories of couples meeting people for threesomes online and then murdering them.
I was half expecting you to kill me.”
“Well we didn't get to the end of the beach yet.”
I laugh.... wait... is she serious?
She laughs. “No really, i'm a sociopath.
My boyfriends waiting at the rocks down there and when we
Start to fuck he's gonna jump out and slit your throat.
The redness of your blood spilling on the rocks is going to make me so,
This sounds like a great Idea.
She texts her boyfriend and asks if it's okay to kiss me.
When he doesn't reply she spams him.
It starts to rain,
We stay and get soaked together,
We don't care that we're wet, we keep singing.
The rain stops.
We get in my car.
I drive her to portland,
We park in the parking garage,
because i don't understand...
I buy her dinner,
Not because it's the polite, gentlemanly thing to do,
I'd do that without the leather jacket, no.
because her sugar was low
she was having a panic attack
her boyfriend and her were probably breaking up and I felt bad.
Her boyfriend finally texts her back.
“Yeah, do what you want.”
I kiss her.
She asked me too before he gave permission, and my colonel said to do it
But I've been on the otherside of that text messege.
And even knowing what she wanted, I was waiting for that reply.
I don't know that boy.
But he deserved that
We go back to the parking garage, and she does not waste time,
My belt undone,
Her mouth eager,
Did I mention that this was the mission?
After awhile She asks to go to the back.
She removes the leather jacket.
this is her chance to wear
The leather jacket.
I make her cum,
I have this brief thought that maybe she faked it for me, but then
I can taste the truth,
“Good job, maggot.”
“Sir, thank you, sir”
I drive the 46 miles back to kennebunk to drop her off.
She keeps my shirt.
I get home and find her phone charger in my backseat.
“Looks like we have a second date,"
I text her. “you forgot something, beautiful.
And I think you might want it.”
Have you considered being a sex worker?
You have a body.
I know you never sleep there,
spend less time breathing than associating with your own ribcage.
You're an actress
no script, just a character summary.
Limp, age 12, non-verbal marionette.
Snaps her strings when forced to dance.
Clings to the ceiling tiles, like the shadows she hallucinates.
Let's the puppet fall numb under strangers.
Ragdoll to be used for kindling.
When you play your part
You'll inherit enough money to afford a studio apartment
in Washington, or Las Vegas; anywhere with men paid large enough salary to afford your vacant body,
three phone plans,
a hotel room for you to stay awake in
Listening to dull thuds against your wrongfully warm corpse
Invited hoping the stinging could form tendons
adhere together like rubber bands
Snap you back into your skin.
You cling helpless to the ceiling tiles
Watch the ragdoll make mistakes.
"Have you considered being a sex worker?"
A homeless woman asked me,
"Unoccupied bodies should start charging rent.
Let a man who can afford it pay for utilities.
You might be homeless
but you won't be wasted space".
Two men walk into a local cafe.
A city boy, and a Townsman
The cityboy sports
Slicked up hair.
Blue button up shirt,
The townsman simpler.
"Hey there!" Says the city boy.
walking up to the counter.
"Do you ladies have different roasts of coffee?
Or do you have just one kind?"
The Register girl looks at him sideways.
"What are you talking about?"
"I want a black light roast if you have it. Also, two shots over ice."
He hands her his travel mug.
"What's this for?"
The girl fondles the travel mug.
"I'd like my coffee in that please."
The manager puts a hand to the girls shoulder.
"The house coffee is a light roast doll, give him that."
"Cream and sugar?" Asks the register girl.
"Oh god, please no." Laughs the city boy "Thank you."
Handing over a credit card.
The register girl does not understand
what is so funny about cream and sugar.
"Cash?" Says the manager.
"Is there an atm? I can only offer this, but I know how to change that if you point me in the right direction."
"No ATM. We just Offer a discount for cash, we'll take your card." Says the manager.
The city boy waits for his drinks.
The townsman, walks up and says
The manager hands him a paper cup with coffee, cream, and sugar.
He pays them in cash.
smiles, nods. Says: "Thank you"
Then waits for the city boy.
"Here's your sippy cup."
Says the register girl.
Handing over his travel mug.
The city boy stands there waiting patiently.
"Are you waiting for something?"
"Yes. my two shots over ice?"
"Oh I put it in there."
"Could I have two shots over ice please? I'll pay for it again if you forgot."
"Oh we don't have an espresso machine.
Our shots are like a syrup."
"Oh... Is there syrup in here?
I just wanted two shots over ice."
"Well like... I mean our prices are so low anyway, it's no big deal, but we don't have an espresso machine so..."
"Sorry" says the manager.
"Thank you ladies." Says the townsman.
The cityboy grabs the townsmans hand.
They leave the Cafe.
The city boy sips his
"I've had good, bad, and know what I want.
I don't want to be seen as difficult because I'm educated."
He tolerates it.
The townsman sips his
"Sometimes ignorance is bliss."
He enjoys it.
...Mad Max role play."
Naked Bound man
center of the room:
"We get really into character"