aikaterine

Would anyone like to cut?
I run the plastic over the decks, looking for a lucky slice.
Some cut it fat, but I cut it thin.
No one can blame me if this doesnt work.

His words fumble out from behind a disguised smile.
How could anyone ever be mad at someone that sweet?
His long fingers coax the cards from the shoe.
Does he just want a bigger tip?

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I am not addicted to gambling. I am addicted to interaction. The state fair just left town. I wanted to ask if you would meet me at the Ferris wheel. If I had asked, and you had shown, the air wouldve been sticky with cotton candy and cow manure. We couldve thrown ping pong balls at little bowls and won a fish. Or not won a fish. It would have been fun to try. I wouldnt have minded you crushing me when we spun on the tilt-a-whirl, and I wouldve tipped you big time behind the big top.


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(this is the end).

I had a dream two nights ago that an old woman broke into my apartment and stabbed me. It was an older version of me ripping out my reproductive organs with a sickle.

I am fucked up.