Thursday, April 7, 2016

Autobiography no. 11

She was furious and I remember rolling my eyes a little
Because she was just a woman
And she hit her fists against my chest
And cut her fingernails against my eyelashes as I stood there.

She kept saying saying absurd things like
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
And I didn’t think it was the right time to say
“Woman, it was not my job to tell you that you were in love with a junkie”

So I let her keep hitting me because she wasn’t very strong
And she left him and then was with him again
And I didn’t give a fuck either way.

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