I lost the
monster somewhere
in the South Bay
and not a
moment too soon
>
he wanted to
sell me a crate
of misogynist sauce
and a dozen boxes of
seasoned prejudice
insisting I try it first
>
no thank you, I
said
what's the
matter, snowflake? he taunted
are you scared
of
the natural
order of things?
>
he kept
needling me,
repeating the
same
nasty invocations, epithets,
jabs, gut punches
>
just walked away fast
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