Cunts

--   Well . . . that was invigorating

-- 

                                                                                                                                                     

she was brushing tears from out of her eyes  her voice hadnt caught up with her yet

it remained in the examining room where her doctor refused to look at the scholarly 

articles she had ferreted out and printed to share with him  manifestly to support her

beleaguered health  and delineate other concerns                                                                       

                                                                                        “terrorism” she called it

"you want to get it early before it metastasizes” 

 

he refused to look at them

actually

he went further than that

as she held out the first page of the paperwork she had assembled for him

                                                                   

he kept his hands in his lap  and then looked up at the ceiling

--   Arent you going to look at it

--   No  There is nothing you have I want to see

                                                                           This  from out of the mouth of a physician

. . . invigorated  was all he could allow himself

                                                                              a nonexistent unpublished snapchat

spiraling inside his head had him stand up and brain the cunt where he sat with a shot

to the temple with his fist

while he eyeballed the examining room ceiling tiles 

that kind of reaction  however  isnt socially acceptable these days

he supposed knife wounds to the doctors sidewalls werent either

but then  these were The Days of Cunts

it was the last century when he last referred to a woman in kind

but she was

she propositioned him offered him a blow job in front of her husband

and at his very proper No thank you she chided him for not having enough money to 

afford no morals

the swill that came out of her mouth

cunts walked around today and hid behind convention or four or five other cunts 

who practised their physical outrage  how to hold their mouths agape  open their eyes

Shocked  and tilting their heads to emphasize their effects in their bathroom mirrors

some  probably  in full length dressing mirrors

the bulk of Manhood had evaporated long ago

simpering  simmered away

       

                                                                                                                                                      finally  in the parking lot outside the clinic

--   I . . I have to admit that I didnt see that coming   I   am  shocked

Thoroughly

--   I could suggest you embrace it  And then recognize youll never see him again as your

doctor  Although I am dismayed for any woman now who follows you as one of his 

patients

Youve upped the ante

And any woman with a spine  or opine sorry  is not going to be well cared for

He may send them packing at the first slight he thinks he feels was implied

--   Im not off base here

he acted abysmally  didnt he

she wasnt in a place to hear him call the doctor a cunt  not a bitch either  wasnt a 

good time  or the right time  to appropriate words typically horribly used to denigrated

women

at a man

fictional snapchat

--   Sweetheart he acted like a misogynist prick

And worse

he put his arm around her shoulder

Are you okay

--   I have no words  Im dumbfounded  Shocked

--   Well  for me  Im anxious for when your shock wears off

I cant wait to hear you berate him

You know youre better off right

--   I do

I do  Im so shocked is all

I think I give doctors far too much credit

--   Theyre people babe  Just people

under his breath he thought he heard himself say Just cunts

 

1631,  Wednesday,  24  9. 14    

They werent happy with her

as a matter-of-fact (not that facts served them) their unhappiness with her had eroded

any sense of decency she should have civilly been allotted

by some venal Go-Ahead

they were curt

derogatory

crude

dabitch

was their handle for her  almost  behind her back

as if running their words together was so very clever

and somehow the office men  and women  felt safe and vindicated by attacking her

as if she

culled by their attack

particularly by the women

had separated her from their Sex

and that they were magically absolved by some kind of illogical cover

offsetting any blame they might suffer 

   

by defaming her  with scarcely a thought  they werent bitches themselves

their words lacked any consequence

it wasnt that she didnt know they were unhappy with her

she didnt care

she was courteous and remained buoyantly courteous in the face of their unhinged 

crudeness

she entered their dens

and gladly payed out the ropes they eagerly wrapped around their throats to hang 

themselves with later 

                                        

if they chose to jump

she didnt encouraged them

they did it themselves

they opened the office windows and climbed out onto its sills

they stood precariously on the black fabric seats of roller secretary chairs

ascending easily 

because there were no arms to restrain them

and tethered to stout lighting fixtures and crossbeams

the women

nifty little packages

were like delicate colored glass ornaments hung in Christmas pine boughs and wreaths and

swag

she didnt put them up there

anymore than she put their words in their mouths

absent or not thoughtful or unthinking when they opened them

                                                         

far be it for her not to regurgitate or refresh them in their ears

if she didnt deny their words

shed be the liar

she left lying to others

because

evidently

                     there is something in their failing processes to lie and foment

or bolster some abject fiction

incurred at the expense of someone who wasnt in the room

who otherwise  immediately  would challenge their deliberate and arraigned deceits

challenge their belligerent misappropriation of actions they deemed veiled

and corrosive

                                                                                               they had distaste for dabitch

because she habitually forced them to turn around and face into a full-length mirror 

whose glass was as keen as razor blades

and wasnt squeamish about blood

unhappiness follows someone who doesnt get what they want

1357,  Monday,  22  9. 14