One line is all it takes to fill a page.
Anyway, I’m looking across the room from under my ten dollar straw hat and I see the source of the odor: a potato chip bag with a hole through the bottom. I grab my hat and hoot at the waiter to get that sorry ass bag out of my sight, and he obliges immediately. It’s not typical of me to shake a man’s hand after such a menial task, but I really think he did a bang up job on that litter.
Scratching my eye usually brings a tear, but not today for some reason. Perhaps I was meant to see something important during that second of undisturbed vision. I remember seeing some curtains. Curtains? Curtains mean absolutely nothing!
You ate a burrito with my name on it in magic marker just to spite me? That’s really using your noggin. For all we know, you could have cancerous cells growing in your esophagus as we speak, burrowing themselves into the healthy tissue and setting up a lengthy picnic that could possibly migrate to the stomach as the week goes on. I know you assumed that I wasn’t going to eat it. That’s really quite marvelous.
Ramble ramble ramble, see if I care an iota. Look at my eyelid. No twitches at all. You’re not getting to me a bit. It’s tragic the way you feel you have to save face and keep up with the charade, and I admire you for trying–and look, you just keep on doing it as though you enjoy it as much as I hate it. I’m still not going to give you the satisfaction of knowing you’ve nagged me half to death; I’m just going to nod and smirk, knowing that I won this battle.
I built too many houses
made of playing cards
I should have completed
a few more brick ones,
like my mother suggested
26 years ago at this point.
I hate their guts.
at how they just
in the window.
Tell me one time
where a butcher
in the front display and
lose their business within a month.
That’s exactly what I thought.
I hold this very much in contempt at the present moment. Your reaction to my drowning was simply appalling. You didn’t seem to want to do anything at all about it. Sure, you threw up your arms and started shouting at the lifeguard to get off his lazy ass, but I saw you eating a hot dog before I took my last breath. That kind of thing is not acceptable for a fiancée to do. Honestly, did you think I wouldn’t notice that you put ketchup on it?!
I told my sister she should shape her ships in a short-shrift shack. She showed me she could shave sheep on shallow shores, and I sure as hell shook my head.