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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This, This is the good stuff. Bukowski style.
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Thanks Man. I’ve been wanting to change back for a while.
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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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Thank you, Skye, for your encouragement. I am trying something a little different.
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