It’s Like You’re Not Even Here Even When You Are

She pushed me off her on the bed
and I had just started to dig right in.
“What, Baby, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? There was no foreplay, no kissing, nothing.
What the fuck do I look like to you?
You’ve been so distant to me lately.
It’s like you’re not even here anymore
even when you are.
I don’t know what’s going on
and that scares me.”

I climbed out of bed and threw my pants on.
“Fuck you, Man. I don’t fucking need this.
Not from you. Not from anybody.”

I slammed the bathroom door
closed behind me
and threw my hands through my hair
several times.

And then I did another line of cocaine.

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4 thoughts on “It’s Like You’re Not Even Here Even When You Are

  1. Wow! You are definitely not getting that in a fortune cookie, but I like the style on you…..it fits somehow!! You have a gift.

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