“Sorry to hear that
all the sour bitches
have click their heels
all over your face
on their way out.

Isn’t this the sixth one
in two weeks?
Sounds like you have more problems
than most men have opportunities
so don’t sweat it
or do…
go hit a bag
write a song
pet a cat
flap your wings and build a treehouse
get it out of your system.
You heard it here first.”

I hung up the phone
and laughed as I cracked a beer
on the coffee table.

Some people get what they ask for
without even realizing that they ask for it and

rage is a paper plane
for all the good that it does.