she knocked on my apartment door and
drunk face,
I opened my apartment door
and
saw
her.
“hey,” she said. “seth.”
“fuck,” I said. “you’re alive.”
audra came in and sat on my
couch and
looked at me
as I
popped the cork
off the
bottle and
poured ourselves a
glass,
tall.
“what brings you, baby?”
I said.
“I’ve heard that you were dead and wanted to make sure it wasn’t true,”
she said, grinning.
laughing,
“oh, baby baby, who can kill someone like me?”
and I placed a glass in her
hand and
she drank
and I
took a
hit myself.
“you sure have done good on your own?”
just about, I thought.
“how’s that girl of yours, if she stuck around that is,” she said.
“still here. still there.”
“so, you haven’t gotten a piece of ass beside hers?”
“I’m a one woman man these days. she does good by me. she knows when to leave me be.”
“sounds like a snooze. I’d fuck your brains every day.”
“that’s your problem right there. all you do is
fuck fuck fuck
and where’s the
love
where’s the passion
the silence
the will of nothing? we as people
can fuck and fuck and fuck but
where’s the FUCKING love?”
“you’re blind. fucking keeps us alive,” she said, taking a hit.
“I may be blind, baby, but my shit sells.”
“you’re not a poet, Seth. you pretend to have nothing but
look at you, you have EVERYTHING. a girl, cash, an apartment, a job …
where’re the hard times as you say? where’re the countless women?”
I take
another
hit.
“are we done here? I’ve about run dry of my
drink,” I said.
“just,” she said. “about. do you want to kiss me goodnight?”
“you know the answer to that, but you know I won’t do it. and when I do, you’ll scream RAPE RAPE RAPE.”
she laughed.
“always a joker, Seth. that’s all you’ll ever be. fuck being a poet, go into comedy.”
“I’d do it if the crowds weren’t so fucking tense about jokes these days.”
“loosen them up …”
“loosening them up
will take rubbing their assholes.”
we both took another hit
and she left some time in the night and
I rubbed my assholes
as I showered
and felt
my balls
as I
jacked
to
her.
I opened my apartment door
and
saw
her.
“hey,” she said. “seth.”
“fuck,” I said. “you’re alive.”
audra came in and sat on my
couch and
looked at me
as I
popped the cork
off the
bottle and
poured ourselves a
glass,
tall.
“what brings you, baby?”
I said.
“I’ve heard that you were dead and wanted to make sure it wasn’t true,”
she said, grinning.
laughing,
“oh, baby baby, who can kill someone like me?”
and I placed a glass in her
hand and
she drank
and I
took a
hit myself.
“you sure have done good on your own?”
just about, I thought.
“how’s that girl of yours, if she stuck around that is,” she said.
“still here. still there.”
“so, you haven’t gotten a piece of ass beside hers?”
“I’m a one woman man these days. she does good by me. she knows when to leave me be.”
“sounds like a snooze. I’d fuck your brains every day.”
“that’s your problem right there. all you do is
fuck fuck fuck
and where’s the
love
where’s the passion
the silence
the will of nothing? we as people
can fuck and fuck and fuck but
where’s the FUCKING love?”
“you’re blind. fucking keeps us alive,” she said, taking a hit.
“I may be blind, baby, but my shit sells.”
“you’re not a poet, Seth. you pretend to have nothing but
look at you, you have EVERYTHING. a girl, cash, an apartment, a job …
where’re the hard times as you say? where’re the countless women?”
I take
another
hit.
“are we done here? I’ve about run dry of my
drink,” I said.
“just,” she said. “about. do you want to kiss me goodnight?”
“you know the answer to that, but you know I won’t do it. and when I do, you’ll scream RAPE RAPE RAPE.”
she laughed.
“always a joker, Seth. that’s all you’ll ever be. fuck being a poet, go into comedy.”
“I’d do it if the crowds weren’t so fucking tense about jokes these days.”
“loosen them up …”
“loosening them up
will take rubbing their assholes.”
we both took another hit
and she left some time in the night and
I rubbed my assholes
as I showered
and felt
my balls
as I
jacked
to
her.