reply to the grumpy cashier at the fast food restaurant
just make my damn sandwich
‘cause at minimum wage
that’s what you’re here for
Just a reminder:
no one died on a cross
making that bun
the body of Christ
and the fact that I’m 40
doesn’t automatically mean
I’m checking out your body, Christ
I don’t want anything else,
only what I asked for
I think I’ve done this before
I’ve set my eyes on your sour puss,
smiled and said thank-you,
go the fuck home
and continue doing nothing.
Exclamation for a Separation
which happened long Ago
Hey you. I’ve never spoken badly
about you but I need to start.
I just wanted to say how things are
for me regarding you. You
with no sense of forgiveness…believe
me when I say I still remember the
time I had to wrestle an apology out
of myself I never wanted to give.
Boy was that a mistake, I thought
you just wanted to smell the blood
of my weakness so you could say,
Ha, I’m a shark! Now, I can no longer
speak or even look at you. It angers me
like a match sparking a gasoline river.
I want you to die but not before I want
you to know that my feelings will remain
and that is a good thing. It is that rage
which never again wishes to break into your
heart; the way yours did to mine,
to hurt it, which motivates me to never be weak or
give in to a cold hearted unforgiving fuck
like yourself who will never have the
privilege of ever knowing me again.
You will still use others for your personal
gain but it will never be me. Here’s some
advice: I still see that you are up to your
old tricks so I hope you’ve learned after
your career falls flat on your blank
transparent face. that I think it would
work out nicely for everyone. Chalk it up to
lessons learned. It’s taken years of restraint
to not say I want to punch you in the face
then stab you. Too harsh? I’m not sorry!
See that! I’ve learned. I’ve just give you
fodder to talk about me the way you
always did, at least today, feel what’s real.