something for which to be thankfulA Poem by Nobody.just met a friendly creep at the coffee shop. he speaks, and space bends. we tumble from here to there too quickly to be secure. how did I land in this troublingly comfortable chair? he says he can help me, but I never trust an unsolicited
smile, and I hate when people assume that I’m a nice person. he asks about my past like he’s trying to gather enough
data to forecast my future. (great! a meteorological approach to amateur pschologly!) I tell him, time is the false doctrine by which
memories justify their torture of mortals. he whimpers softly, then laughs loudly, like an infant passing gas. he’s the most painful type of friendly: I feel like I’m drowning, but I’m thirsty. as he drones along in his background elevator sonata, my head shifts, the ice cracks, emotional lava rolls forth. demons in lingerie sing me flavored
pain like fresh honey trickling down a rusty nail. I'm naked in a garden of poisonous laughter. I explain it all to him in a strange tongue which consists of only howls and expletives. finally, he gets it. (like a dog gets neutered) he looks frightened. I feel frightening. as this episode ends, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again. at least I have something for which to be thankful. © 2012 Nobody.Featured Review
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