She has a couple of vodkas and we fuck on the couch. After I wash myself off in the sink and she hops in the shower. In the slowly fogging mirror I marvel at the wonders of modern society. So effortless to clean off the filth of life. So easy to move on. When you stop and think about it we really have it made.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
in the afterlife the first thing you have to do is battle a trash dragon formed from all the shit you threw away.
ReplyDeleteha ha. i'm not sure if this makes me want to litter more or end it all right now to see if i have the grit to win.
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