it was at a picnic
an idyllic
greengrass blueskies gingham lawn blankets picnic tables food iced
drinks
I’m always screwing the two upcan’t
remember which one is right, an when I think I am I make an ass out of myself
because I’m stuck, I opened my mouth an said an I was wrong. A behemoth . . a real fuckin’ idiot.
he was tentative trying to decide whether hed take the stick
out of his hand so hed quit beating himself or if hed rather enjoy it
a little while longer he wasat heart a sadist everyone was
Whacha cryinbout
You weren’t listening?
To the whining unmistakable how coudnt I
Whining, I was whining . .
.
. Like a beat dog
I heard you but ya didnt say
I didn . .
.
. Hinted always screwing the two up
Two You didnt identify them Anya came out of the bluesomethin triggered a thought obviously distasteful
Thought I was gaining headway
with this woma . .
.
. Ya went off in your head We werent talking
about women let alone one woman Your date last night went sideways
You keep finding ways
Apparently. he shook his head
pitifully
he wasnt going to pity him pitys like greed it just wants more an more
he kept shaking his head
nope aint happening wrap your chintzybrain round it he wasnt going to enable his horseshit man up
You said you confused two words
You understand you confuse words
often
I was so sure.
So you made an ass out of
yourself You offer any contrition his head kept working side to side to
no avail Doubleddown didnt ya really made a splendid
ass out of yourself . .
.
. But I was so sure.
Id think by now when yare sure youd be sure you were wrong the
head quit working
What do you mean by that?
Wha I said The wordswha two words
You’ll shit when I say.
the
back of his neckhead ached immediately Ive heard you misuse them before an Ive
corrected you
You have, yes.
Tell me
You’ll be angry.
I aint your folks Ill be irritatedIm irritated now Ya fucked up
you were the one with dick in hand last night
Jest. Gist.
Amusement Substanceessence Christ
I said . .
.
. I donwanna know
In the future when
yare sure be sure yare wrong
I was so sure. the head started wagging again
even his sadism had limits he bid him goodbye and walked away
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10 2. 22
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