So i run into you today (how i wish i’d run in harder. how i hate the element of your
surprise appearances…always just as i let down my guard and exhale…you appear)
and you talk to me and tell me about things you think i give a flying fuck about but,
you seem to have forgotten that i finished caring round about the same time my face met
carpet.
remember? nah, course you don’t. you don’t even believe it happened.
despite witnesses.
anyhoo, so today’s debacle is watched on by your slack-jawed, clearly MENSA-membered
girlfriend who does what again for a living? Oh yes. Sucks your weeny dick I think.
And she stares at me, always. Like I just jumped out of cheese.
Truth is I think you’re both still swimming in your own mouldy version.
And my daughter greets you, you attempt to engage and immediately forget the shyness that
you never respected anyway.
I make the excuse of having someone waiting for me. You ask how they are. I resist the urge
to say “utterly divine” and replace it with “fine” for the sake of not having to endure a
litany of barbed insults towards my life in a public place, again.
I walk away, my daughter dancing right beside me. We come home, and she asks the innocent
question of “is he my friend?” and i reply in the way I had agreed i would with everyone: “I
dont like him but if you want to be his friend, thats fine”.
And she looks at me and says “he tried to hug me too soon”
And I say “yes, i know. im sorry love”
And I summon all my powers, and block the spectre of you from every corner.
not in my home.not in my space. not in my vegetable aisle and not at the coffee shop you
know i take my daughter to for breakfast.
Get the fuck out of my neighbourhood.