Notes From A Notebook I Kept When I Was Still Young And Single

Notes from a notebook I kept when I was still young and single.

 

I called the suicide hotline;

they put me on hold.

As Mother was so fond of noting,

Son, Sometimes You Just Gotta Say

Blow me.

 

I am not saying I was drunk

but I was ready to screw

my dog and walk my girlfriend.

Not sure

she wanted to get married

but she was always carrying

twigs and mud in her mouth.

 

I need to look farther ahead,

beyond the beginning of

tomorrow.

Farther, further?

 

And then I fell asleep

and dreamt about

about all the other lies

she’s told and I dreamt about

the lies

she might yet tell.

 

I awoke before dawn

and she sent me home.

Long after I stopped seeing her

I was still setting fires

with souvenir matches

I had collected at the fancy places

we went back when

we were still in love.

 

She used to call me

her fuzzy whisker biscuit.

Rita Mae Brown said,

Friendship Is Love Made Bearable.

Lovely Rita is a lesbian.

 

What The Fuck.

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