Thursday, December 13, 2018
Ends
-Kelli and I finally had THE TALK!
-The Delay Card disintegrating in your
crippled fingers?
-Think...Mudstorm-Tsunami.
-(sings) Where were you blown to?
-Separate trees!
-Oak, Christmas, what?
-Can there exist a Female Variety?
-Better be!
-Her final announcement, anyway:
she’s switching to girls altogether.
And starting Wholesale!
-She must hate herself.
-The only profound question concerns
the transferability of faked orgasms.
-She can search the literature.
-Or Feminist Poetry?
-At any rate, you both have some
time to think now.
-Uh uh! Enough of that shit already!
Moving to the desert before she wades
into Social Media blaming me. Expect to
be pissing my pants with some regularity.
-For my sake, practice stationing yourself
downwind right now!
downwind right now!
-What’s your, uh, sister doing?
-The usual nothing.
-On the market again?
-Yeah, but not to Jews!
-I’m a Catholic!
-Worse.
Labels: bi, bisexual, breakup, Catholic, feminism, Jew, macho, relationship