a call at work
at work, they call me by my last name.
at first,
i’d admit right now,
that it annoyed the piss out of me
since hardly anyone has ever called
me by my last
name.
“williams, your girlfriend is on line 1,”
some prick with blonde hair tells me.
i went and answered line 2, by accident.
” … YOU FUCKING COCK SUCKER! YOUR KIDS NEED YOU!”
i quickly hung up and
answered line 1.
“hey …” audra said.
“they said stephanie called.”
“i know, i know … but you haven’t said a fucking thing to me since we last spoke. i needed to hear your voice, seth,” she said.
i imagined
firstly
all the legs of every women
in the mall on black friday
and then
the ass
of
a whore that i met at STC just before i
ravished every inch of her
on her
grandmother’s bed.
then i said,
“i’m at work. and i have nothing to say to you.”
“well,” she said. “for someone that has nothing to say to me, you sure write
a lot about me, honey.”
“don’t call me ‘honey’,” i said.
behind me, i could hear the sounds of a hundred
hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans boiling
in lines of
more hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans.
there were not enough registers that
day to fill the needs of
so many hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans
coiling in lines of
more hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans.
so, i said,
“alright, well, i have to go. my boss is coming.”
he wasn’t.
“alright, honey … i’ll call you another time. but next time
you want to talk to
me, send me a letter. don’t just write about me
on some bullshit poem of yours. we all know
it’s pathetic to do so,
williams.”
“don’t call me ‘williams’.”
and i hung up.
the rest of the day, i couldn’t think of anything
but the legs of the whores i’ve met that night
on 16th street in Pheonix
and the ass of the red head i fucked
on her grandmother’s trailer
bed, infestation after infestation.
and then
i thought
of audra and all the wonder
and beauty that lied
in the eyes she wore
and the brown hair that fell effortlessly over
her torn-by-man heart and
crystal brown eyes.
then
a check of $300
to save me,
another night.
at first,
i’d admit right now,
that it annoyed the piss out of me
since hardly anyone has ever called
me by my last
name.
“williams, your girlfriend is on line 1,”
some prick with blonde hair tells me.
i went and answered line 2, by accident.
” … YOU FUCKING COCK SUCKER! YOUR KIDS NEED YOU!”
i quickly hung up and
answered line 1.
“hey …” audra said.
“they said stephanie called.”
“i know, i know … but you haven’t said a fucking thing to me since we last spoke. i needed to hear your voice, seth,” she said.
i imagined
firstly
all the legs of every women
in the mall on black friday
and then
the ass
of
a whore that i met at STC just before i
ravished every inch of her
on her
grandmother’s bed.
then i said,
“i’m at work. and i have nothing to say to you.”
“well,” she said. “for someone that has nothing to say to me, you sure write
a lot about me, honey.”
“don’t call me ‘honey’,” i said.
behind me, i could hear the sounds of a hundred
hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans boiling
in lines of
more hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans.
there were not enough registers that
day to fill the needs of
so many hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans
coiling in lines of
more hungry-food-stamps-using mexicans.
so, i said,
“alright, well, i have to go. my boss is coming.”
he wasn’t.
“alright, honey … i’ll call you another time. but next time
you want to talk to
me, send me a letter. don’t just write about me
on some bullshit poem of yours. we all know
it’s pathetic to do so,
williams.”
“don’t call me ‘williams’.”
and i hung up.
the rest of the day, i couldn’t think of anything
but the legs of the whores i’ve met that night
on 16th street in Pheonix
and the ass of the red head i fucked
on her grandmother’s trailer
bed, infestation after infestation.
and then
i thought
of audra and all the wonder
and beauty that lied
in the eyes she wore
and the brown hair that fell effortlessly over
her torn-by-man heart and
crystal brown eyes.
then
a check of $300
to save me,
another night.