i’ve had enough of this two-faced agreement—that everything i do is for us, and our families, when, of course, it’s just my family that i care about, even if i have a funny way of showing it, and on and on. outcast by society “but wait, who are you?” i’m your friend, Regina! My friend? Could it be—could it really be possible that my love was talking to me? “What’s the big deal?” we’ve talked before i know your ins and outs, your quirks, your habits—what you love, and what you don’t.
but hey, i played this game already, and i got duped by myself, of all people: i was angry, of course, that i’d been getting high on the idea of getting a reward, and that reward never came, and there was only so long that i could put up with it, until i burst, and the water came running out of everything—and i had to pay for all that water, didn’t the levy break? i told you it would, or, that is, somebody said that and i overheard them, thought i’d make the comment worthwhile.
so look—i’m not your friend (the bishop, that is); but you can look me in the eyes if you’re going to say something i don’t like if there’s something about me that you don’t like, and you’re moved to speak of it, quaking, then, in my boots, trying to get into the temple of course—the one and only time i ever wore a mustache. Regina, regina, i wish you all the best; everything was hunky dory on planet AOC—i couldn’t however, continue to woo someone that wouldn’t recognize me from Adam, or maybe that was a good thing—after all, Adam was God’s creation, an elite human being, even if he got tricked by his partner
so why are you in such a good mood today? “Today’s the day, she said, that i’m going to give my hubby the boot! it’s been a long time coming, and i’ve finally worked up the courage to face him—to, how do i say it? let him off the hook! he’ll realize he’s wasting his time on me, and i’ll know that I should’ve been firmer when i said things that, for whatever reasons, he didn’t understand, maybe because he didn’t want to understand, too stuck in his ways, like so many of us, on the island, the Epstein island, where all the women were—they’d been lured in (taken away from me) and demented by their bosses—their colleagues, the people they’d come to think of as their family. It was a family of whores, unfortunately, and it didn’t have to be that way
but that was the way that they wanted it, so, give it to them—they can choose a profession that could greatly diminish their lifespan if they wanted. They could get high spreading diseases to the rest of us—those we’d have been forced to deny, that is, those that would’ve denied us but you, my sweet, yes, You, i’ve come for you but you don’t even know how to find me “that’s right, i don’t, but there’s a space in between us that’s drawn to both others and themselves, and from the space—wee lassie, wee, i live, i organize, i move, little by little, toward you.”
You love what you can when you can but that wasn’t entirely true—averse to love, on some occasion, when, as it happens, my sweetheart is talking to me through the blinds, wooden blinds that i turn up just like you do regular blinds, i peak outside there’s a white van parked outside my house, and, love, i don’t know what that means. who’s out there making a movie? what does it have to do with me? because everything, in my world, is a function of me and my awareness of it. that hits the spot—ha ha ha, don’t look now, but that pots a-boilin’ and i am not ashamed
this particular burst of energy is unlike you, my sweet, where, then, will you go? what do you love, and why do you love it? this salad isn’t really doing the trick—it has no kick, like, maybe a Christian chicken sandwich would—the kind that stomps out homosexuality at the drop of a pin, and coughs in advance of the recording, since, of course, they feel they need to cough
You love me, then? “i’m a little too heartbroken to ask.” what’s that? when? we can’t be friends, for it’s now or never, and you never did well when it came to . . . shooting into the side pocket??? but i have hope, darling, perhaps you’ll be my greatest fan, even if, that is, I have what you have, and we’re both as happy as a bee, buzzing round, right before he dies, right after mating with the queen the only fertile female of them all