have a seat...

hello. i am chronically uninspired. nice, however, to meet you.
perhaps you would like to go to a movie sometime. perhaps you would like to
make me fresh pesto.

weekends come and go. perhaps you would like watch me suffer, in transition. bleary-eyed, pouting. tripping over clichés as though they were misplaced boxes. banana peels. perhaps you would like to make use of my rotting bananas.

i long to go trainspotting. a bayside parking lot. hair whipped against shoulders and calves. the back of your calves, grass. mouthfuls of grass. sputter and breathe. breathe, staring sideways, counting boxcars. i will be your material girl. old iron, aged copper, vintage verdigris. piles of barnwood: pale pink, dusty blue, a cut of yellow. like babies on display, rolling through the dusk. prematurely sexed. stacked.

clutch. bottle-swill.

this is the pair you toss away, without even looking.

got whores?

follow my lead. if you do, you’ll live forever. promise. swear. to god. forever.

“forever?”

yes. forever. now. say parkway.

“parkway.”

say streetwalker.

“streetwaker.”

say 5 pm, drive time.

“easy.”

so easy. thumb out like a big balloon. say floating in atmosphere.

“rising.”

not exactly. imagine stretching. waiting and wanting. i think she could feel herself there. cars and trucks. hacking big rigs. say ambitious.

“resourceful. pioneering.”

maybe. you might be on to something.