D: I’m fed up with this place. I’m tired and alone.

O: So you’re just going to forget to acknowledge my presence?

D: I can’t believe you put up with me.

O: Well, it does get difficult sometimes. Come on, you don’t honestly feel like a crotchety old hermit. You’re 22 years old.

D: That’s my body’s age, yes. Based upon the accumulation of my worldly experience in this life, I’ve concluded that being a cynical old fart is really the way to go.

O: But if you really mean that, there’s nothing I can do.

D: It’s my life and my decision.

O: So you won’t mind if I jump off a bridge.

D: You wouldn’t do that.

O: Why do you care?

D: I don’t know, but I do.

O: Is this the classic Dickensian change of heart, Mr. Scrooge?

D: No, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Fuck everyone else.


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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