AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING TO A DAY
IN '63/////// IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

She got out of bed
with that end-of-the-world feeling.

You know the kind
worse than any bad hair day to the power of 2.

She wished she didn't think
in clichés and mathematical terms.

She put her left foot
in the chamber ***

she had **** forgot
to put back under.

Glad she had
only peed in it.

Yuck factor - squared.

She took off her night dress
dried her own *** soiled sole.

Maybe one's own *****
is good for the skin.

"N'est-ce pas?"
the only French she knew

beside "Merci!
and "Non!"

She then uttered
an unsurprising word

she would have never
to be heard uttering.

"F!" she said.
"I just said F!"

She deleted the demotic
in her mind.

"Awake, o sword!"
she quoted the Lord.

Her palms
sweaty...itchy.

The radio sang to her
told her what it would do

if it had a hammer!

She sang along.
She had thing for Trini Lopez.

Imagined him kissing her
she kissing him.

The mirror threw her
reflection at her.

Her eyes catch
the idea of her.

Her mind winces.

A spot growing
to a fulsome point

on the very tip of her
nose.....nOOOOOO!

"Doubleplusungood!"
she scolds her life

Deciding whether to pop it
or not.

Or not - won.
She went cross-eyed looking at it.

Naked she stood
at the window

as if she were a painting
looking out

imagine her self
a Dalí.

A woman full of
drawers!

"Lord, oh Lord!
What next?"

She asked
the mirror.

The clock said it was
7:07.

It was a Tuesday like
any other.

The flash blinded her.
Her eyes rolled down her cheeks.

It was
the end of the world.