cabaretic

a heap of broken images.

remember my name if you want to ever do this again

the girls in a hotel room fighting for the caller the ones who sound attractive the ones who aren't forty-five and paunchy and have familial obligations

for me? she said.

coaxing me to orgasm as though I was her two-year-old child in the midst of potty training as though as though as though

two girls wanted you sorry about the wait sir

so i heard you wanted some company so i heard...they coax them off of a script as transparent as the profession that is their employ.

lying in bed next to me "i count every third light pole as i drive by"

and you were so beautiful so beautiful and i didn't tell my mother

a number to a voice to a fetus containing your half your irresponsibility

after all its not like you got me pregnant i crave hose water

you are so smart with so much potential and i cant believe i would break my rule this one time all you have to do is just give me one-hundred-thirty and no longer will they hear from me

she no longer lives here can i ask whos calling whos calling hang up hang up hang up